“Was he a traitor?”
“O, Madam! did he not curry favour with the King of Scotland, and plot and league to win him the succession?”
“Yes, he’s a traitor.”
“Your Grace forgive me.”
“And I’m a woman.”
“Madam!”
“At the last I yield him all my pride and self-will. He hath so much of me, ’twere idle to reserve that little. Who is that coming?”
“’Twas but the wind in the corridor, Madam.”
“I swear I heard him.”
“No, Madam.”