Constable. It is indeed courteous in Your Grace to incur the trouble of such a long journey—especially at Your Grace's advanced age.
Brask. Unfortunately, my health is not always to be depended upon.
Constable. Is Your Grace not enjoying good health? It is hard to feel one's strength failing, particularly for one who occupies such an exalted and responsible position.
Brask. You look very well, my Lord Constable.
Constable. Yes, thank God! (Pause.)
Brask (seating himself). Don't you think there is a draught here, my Lord?
Constable. It seems so. Perhaps we might order the doors to be closed?
Brask. No, thank you, that will not be necessary. (Pause.)
Constable. The King is long in coming.
Brask. Yes.