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All the Court! Evermore the Court about us! Savile and Holland, Hamilton and Vane About us,--then the King will grant me--what? That he for once put these aside and say-- "Tell me your whole mind, Wentworth!" _Lady Carlisle._ You professed You would be calm. _Wentworth._ Lucy, and I am calm! How else shall I do all I come to do, Broken, as you may see, body and mind, How shall I serve the King? Time wastes meanwhile, You have not told me half. His footstep! No. Quick, then, before I meet him,--I am calm-- Why does the King distrust me? _Lady Carlisle._ He does not Distrust you. _Wentworth._ Lucy, you can help me; you Have even seemed to care for me: one word! Is it the Queen? _Lady Carlisle._ No, not the Queen: the party That poisons the Queen's ear, Savile and Holland. _Wentworth._ I know, I know: old Vane, too, he's one too? Go on--and he's made Secretary. Well? Or leave them out and go straight to the charge-- The charge! _Lady Carlisle._ Oh, there's no charge, no precise charge; Only they sneer, make light of--one may say, Nibble at what you do. _Wentworth._ I know! but, Lucy, I reckoned on you from the first!--Go on! --Was sure could I once see this gentle friend When I arrived, she'd throw an hour away To help her ... what am I? _Lady Carlisle._ You thought of me, Dear Wentworth? _Wentworth._ But go on! The party here! _Lady Carlisle._ They do not think your Irish government Of that surpassing value.... _Wentworth._ The one thing Of value! The one service that the crown May count on! All that keeps these very Vanes In power, to vex me--not that they do vex, Only it might vex some to hear that service Decried, the sole support that's left the King! _Lady Carlisle._ So the Archbishop says. _Wentworth._ Ah? well, perhaps The only hand held up in my defence May be old Laud's! These Hollands then, these Saviles Nibble? They nibble?--that's the very word! _Lady Carlisle._ Your profit in the Customs, Bristol says, Exceeds the due proportion: while the tax.... _Wentworth._ Enough! 'tis too unworthy,--I am not So patient as I thought. What's Pym about? _Lady Carlisle._ Pym? _Wentworth._ Pym and the People. _Lady Carlisle._
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