Postpone it, Harry, say till Monday morning.
You know yourself how dangerous it is
To wake men's hopes to a wild dream of power.
They're never afterwards content with less
Than that wild something that could never be.
Bishop Hardbrooke.
Yes, brother, let the Lord's day with its peace
Breathe on this quarrel. Why do you say too late?
Harry Egerton.
(Who has come forward)
Because it's up there, Bishop, it's up there
Above mere bread.
Ralph Ardsley.
What does he mean by that?
Bishop Hardbrooke.
I trust, my brother, that it is up there.