nce, trust me, sir!

_Charles._ What can you mean?

_Wentworth._ That you should trust me, sir!
Oh--not for my sake! but 'tis sad, so sad
That for distrusting me, you suffer--you
Whom I would die to serve: sir, do you think
That I would die to serve you?

_Charles._ But rise, Wentworth!

_Wentworth._ What shall convince you? What does Savile do
To prove him.... Ah, one can't tear out one's heart
And show it, how sincere a thing it is!

_Charles._ Have I not trusted you?

_Wentworth._ Say aught but that!
There is my comfort, mark you: all will be
So different when you trust me--as you shall!
It has not been your fault,--I was away,
Mistook, maligned, how was the King to know?
I am here, now--he means to trust me, now--
All will go on so well!

_Charles._ Be sure I do--
I've heard that I should trust you: as you came,
Your friend, the Countess, told me....

_Wentworth._ No,--hear nothing--
Be told nothing about me!--you're not told
Your right-hand serves you, or your children love you!

_Charles._ You love me, Wentworth: rise!

_Wentworth._ I can speak now.
I have no right to hide the truth. 'Tis I
Can save you: only I. Sir, what must be?

_Charles._ Since Laud's assured (the minutes are within)
--Loath as I am to spill my subjects' blood....

_Wentworth._ That is, he'll have a war: what's done is done!

_Charles._ They have intrigued with France; that's clear to Laud.

_Wentworth._ Has Laud suggested any way to meet
The war's expense?

_Charles._ He'd not decide so far
Until you joined us.

_Wentworth._ Most considerate!
He's certain they intrigue with France, these Scots?
The People would be with us.

_Charles._ Pym should know.

_Wentworth._ The People for us--were the People for us!
Sir, a great thought comes to reward your trust:
Summon a Parliament! in Ireland first,
Then, here.

_Charles._ In truth?

_Wentworth._ That saves us! that puts off
The war, gives time to right their grievances--
To talk with Pym. I know the Faction,--Laud
So styles it,--tutors Scotland: all their plans
Suppose no Parliament: in calling one
You take them by surprise. Produce the proofs
Of Scotland's treason; then bid England help:
Even Pym will not re