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"
Plainly
,
what
dost
thou
think
?
"
"
Plainly
,
then
,
this
.
The
King
is
near
his
end
;
my
nephew
is
mad
--
mad
will
mount
the
throne
,
and
mad
remain
.
God
protect
England
,
since
she
will
need
it
!
"
"
Verily
it
promiseth
so
,
indeed
.
But
...
have
you
no
misgivings
as
to
...
as
to
...
"
The
speaker
hesitated
,
and
finally
stopped
.
He
evidently
felt
that
he
was
upon
delicate
ground
.
Lord
Hertford
stopped
before
him
,
looked
into
his
face
with
a
clear
,
frank
eye
,
and
said
--
"
Speak
on
--
there
is
none
to
hear
but
me
.
Misgivings
as
to
what
?
"
"
I
am
full
loth
to
word
the
thing
that
is
in
my
mind
,
and
thou
so
near
to
him
in
blood
,
my
lord
.
But
craving
pardon
if
I
do
offend
,
seemeth
it
not
strange
that
madness
could
so
change
his
port
and
manner
?
--
not
but
that
his
port
and
speech
are
princely
still
,
but
that
they
differ
,
in
one
unweighty
trifle
or
another
,
from
what
his
custom
was
aforetime
.
Seemeth
it
not
strange
that
madness
should
filch
from
his
memory
his
father
's
very
lineaments
;
the
customs
and
observances
that
are
his
due
from
such
as
be
about
him
;
and
,
leaving
him
his
Latin
,
strip
him
of
his
Greek
and
French
?
My
lord
,
be
not
offended
,
but
ease
my
mind
of
its
disquiet
and
receive
my
grateful
thanks
.
It
haunteth
me
,
his
saying
he
was
not
the
prince
,
and
so
--
"
"
Peace
,
my
lord
,
thou
utterest
treason
!
Hast
forgot
the
King
's
command
?
Remember
I
am
party
to
thy
crime
if
I
but
listen
.
"
St.
John
paled
,
and
hastened
to
say
--
"
I
was
in
fault
,
I
do
confess
it
.
Betray
me
not
,
grant
me
this
grace
out
of
thy
courtesy
,
and
I
will
neither
think
nor
speak
of
this
thing
more
.
Deal
not
hardly
with
me
,
sir
,
else
am
I
ruined
.
"
"
I
am
content
,
my
lord
.
So
thou
offend
not
again
,
here
or
in
the
ears
of
others
,
it
shall
be
as
though
thou
hadst
not
spoken
.
But
thou
need
's
t
not
have
misgivings
.
He
is
my
sister
's
son
;
are
not
his
voice
,
his
face
,
his
form
,
familiar
to
me
from
his
cradle
?
Madness
can
do
all
the
odd
conflicting
things
thou
seest
in
him
,
and
more
.
