_Went._ That is, he 'll have a war: what 's done is done! _Cha._ They have intrigued with France; that 's clear to Laud. _Went._ Has Laud suggested any way to meet The war's expense? _Cha._ He 'd not decide so far Until you joined us. _Went._ Most considerate! He 's certain they intrigue with France, these Scots? The People would be with us. _Cha._ Pym should know. _Went._ 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. _Cha._ In truth? _Went._ 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 refuse. _Cha._ You would begin With Ireland? _Went._ Take no care for that: that 's sure To prosper. _Cha._ You shall rule me. You were best Return at once: but take this ere you go! Now, do I trust you? You 're an Earl: my Friend Of Friends: yes, while ... You hear me not! _Went._ Say it all o'er again--but once again: The first was for the music: once again! _Cha._ Strafford, my friend, there may have been reports, Vain rumors. Henceforth touching Strafford is To touch the apple of my sight: why gaze So earnestly? _Went._ I am grown young again, And foolish. What was it we spoke of? _Cha._ Ireland, The Parliament,-- _Went._ I may go when I will? --Now? _Cha._ Are you tired so soon of us? _Went._ My King! But you will not so utterly abhor A Parliament? I 'd serve you any way. _Cha._ You said just now this was the only way. _Went._ Sir, I will serve you! _Cha._ Strafford, spare yourself: You are so sick, they tell me. _Went._ 'T is my soul That 's well and prospers now. This Parliament-- We 'll summon it, the English one--I 'll care For everything. You shall not need them much. _Cha._ If they prove restive ... _Went._ I shall be with you. _Cha._ Ere they assemble? _Went._ I will come, or else Deposit this infirm humanity I' the dust. My whole heart stays with you, my King! [_As_ WENTWORTH _goes out, the_ QUEEN _enters._ _Cha._ That man must love me. _Queen._ Is it over then? Why, he looks yellower than ever! Well, At least we shall not hear eternally Of service--services: he 's paid at least.