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"
Now
mark
ye
all
:
we
will
try
him
further
.
"
He
put
a
question
to
Tom
in
French
.
Tom
stood
silent
a
moment
,
embarrassed
by
having
so
many
eyes
centred
upon
him
,
then
said
diffidently
--
"
I
have
no
knowledge
of
this
tongue
,
so
please
your
majesty
.
"
The
King
fell
back
upon
his
couch
.
The
attendants
flew
to
his
assistance
;
but
he
put
them
aside
,
and
said
--
"
Trouble
me
not
--
it
is
nothing
but
a
scurvy
faintness
.
Raise
me
!
There
,
'
tis
sufficient
.
Come
hither
,
child
;
there
,
rest
thy
poor
troubled
head
upon
thy
father
's
heart
,
and
be
at
peace
.
Thou
'
lt
soon
be
well
:
'
tis
but
a
passing
fantasy
.
Fear
thou
not
;
thou
'
lt
soon
be
well
.
"
Then
he
turned
toward
the
company
:
his
gentle
manner
changed
,
and
baleful
lightnings
began
to
play
from
his
eyes
.
He
said
--
"
List
ye
all
!
This
my
son
is
mad
;
but
it
is
not
permanent
.
Over-study
hath
done
this
,
and
somewhat
too
much
of
confinement
.
Away
with
his
books
and
teachers
!
see
ye
to
it
.
Pleasure
him
with
sports
,
beguile
him
in
wholesome
ways
,
so
that
his
health
come
again
.
"
He
raised
himself
higher
still
,
and
went
on
with
energy
,
"
He
is
mad
;
but
he
is
my
son
,
and
England
's
heir
;
and
,
mad
or
sane
,
still
shall
he
reign
!
And
hear
ye
further
,
and
proclaim
it
:
whoso
speaketh
of
this
his
distemper
worketh
against
the
peace
and
order
of
these
realms
,
and
shall
to
the
gallows
!
...
Give
me
to
drink
--
I
burn
:
this
sorrow
sappeth
my
strength
...
.
There
,
take
away
the
cup
...
.
Support
me
.
There
,
that
is
well
.
Mad
,
is
he
?
Were
he
a
thousand
times
mad
,
yet
is
he
Prince
of
Wales
,
and
I
the
King
will
confirm
it
.
This
very
morrow
shall
he
be
installed
in
his
princely
dignity
in
due
and
ancient
form
.
Take
instant
order
for
it
,
my
lord
Hertford
.
"
One
of
the
nobles
knelt
at
the
royal
couch
,
and
said
--
"
The
King
's
majesty
knoweth
that
the
Hereditary
Great
Marshal
of
England
lieth
attainted
in
the
Tower
.
It
were
not
meet
that
one
attainted
--
"
"
Peace
!
Insult
not
mine
ears
with
his
hated
name
.
Is
this
man
to
live
for
ever
?
Am
I
to
be
baulked
of
my
will
?
Is
the
prince
to
tarry
uninstalled
,
because
,
forsooth
,
the
realm
lacketh
an
Earl
Marshal
free
of
treasonable
taint
to
invest
him
with
his
honours
?
No
,
by
the
splendour
of
God
!
Warn
my
Parliament
to
bring
me
Norfolk
's
doom
before
the
sun
rise
again
,
else
shall
they
answer
for
it
grievously
!
"
