KING. You spend more money, sir, than I do! How do you dare to do so?
ABBOT. 'Tis my own money, Sire—
KING. 'Tis not your money! Everything in this land belongs to me! You shall go to prison, sir!
ABBOT (falling on his knees). Oh, say not so, dear King! Oh, say not so!
KING. Well, I will let you off if you will answer me two questions.
ABBOT. Ask as many as you like, dear King.
KING. First, you must tell me how long I shall live.
[The Abbot is silent.]
JESTER. Go on, John! Ask as many as you like!
KING. Then, Abbot, you must tell me what I think.