_Went._ 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 Car._ You professed You would be calm. _Went._ 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 Car._ He does not Distrust you. _Went._ Lucy, you can help me; you Have even seemed to care for me: one word! Is it the Queen? _Lady Car._ No, not the Queen: the party That poisons the Queen's ear, Savile and Holland. _Went._ 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 Car._ Oh, there 's no charge, no precise charge; Only they sneer, make light of--one may say, Nibble at what you do. _Went._ 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 Car._ You thought of me, Dear Wentworth? _Went._ But go on! The party here! _Lady Car._ They do not think your Irish government Of that surpassing value ... _Went._ 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 Car._ So the Archbishop says. _Went._ 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 Car._ Your profit in the Customs, Bristol says, Exceeds the due proportion: while the tax ... _Went._ Enough! 't is too unworthy,--I am not So patient as I thought! What 's Pym about? _Lady Car._ Pym? _Went._ Pym and the People. _Lady Car._ Oh, the Faction! Extinct--of no account: there 'll never be Another Parliament.