_Went._ Tell Savile that! You may know--(ay, you do--the creatures here Never forget!) that in my earliest life I was not ... much that I am now! The King May take my word on points concerning Pym Before Lord Savile's, Lucy, or if not, I bid them ruin their wise selves, not me, These Vanes and Hollands! I 'll not be their tool Who might be Pym's friend yet. But there 's the King! Where is he? _Lady Car._ Just apprised that you arrive. _Went._ And why not here to meet me? I was told He sent for me, nay, longed for me. _Lady Car._ Because,-- He is now ... I think a Council 's sitting now About this Scots affair. _Went._ A Council sits? They have not taken a decided course Without me in the matter? _Lady Car._ I should say ... _Went._ The war? They cannot have agreed to that? Not the Scots' war?--without consulting me-- Me, that am here to show how rash it is, How easy to dispense with?--Ah, you too Against me! well,--the King may take his time. --Forget it, Lucy! Cares make peevish: mine Weigh me (but 't is a secret) to my grave. _Lady Car._ For life or death I am your own, dear friend! [_Goes out._ _Went._ Heartless! but all are heartless here. Go now, Forsake the People! I did not forsake The People: they shall know it, when the King Will trust me!--who trusts all beside at once, While I have not spoke Vane and Savile fair, And am not trusted: have but saved the throne: Have not picked up the Queen's glove prettily, And am not trusted. But he 'll see me now. Weston is dead: the Queen's half English now-- More English: one decisive word will brush These insects from ... the step I know so well! The King! But now, to tell him ... no--to ask What 's in me he distrusts:--or, best begin By proving that this frightful Scots affair Is just what I foretold. So much to say, And the flesh fails, now, and the time is come, And one false step no way to be repaired. You were avenged, Pym, could you look on me. (PYM _enters._) _Went._ I little thought of you just then. _Pym._ No? I Think always of you, Wentworth. _Went._ The old voice! I wait the King, sir. _Pym._ True--you look so pale! A Council sits within; when that breaks up He 'll see you. _Went._ Sir, I thank you. _Pym._ Oh, thank Laud! You know when Laud once gets on Church affairs The case is desperate: he 'll not be long To-day: he only means to prove, to-day, We English all are mad to have a hand In butchering the Scots for serving God After their fathers' fashion: only that!