Carey. A traitor to fight against his King.
Dorothy. He fights for what he thinks is right. (She takes out his letter and kisses it.)
Carey (observing the action). You have a letter from him!
Dorothy (hastily concealing it and turning pale). How know you that?
Carey. Give it to me! (She shrieks and rises.) By heavens, madam, I will have it! (He struggles with her and seizes it.)
Enter Sir Thomas.
Sir Thomas. Odds life, my lord, what means this?
Carey (straightening himself). It means, Sir Thomas, that you harbour a rebel within your walls. Master Roger Dale, traitor, corresponds secretly with your daughter.
(Who, I forgot to say, has swooned.)
Sir Thomas (sternly). Give me the letter. Ay, 'tis Roger's hand, I know it well. (He reads the letter, which is full of thoughtful metaphors about love, aloud to the audience. Suddenly his eyebrows go up and down to express surprise. He seizes Lord Carey by the arm.) Ha! Listen! "To-morrow when the sun is upon the western window of the gallery, I will be with thee." The villain!