Herbert:
An hour agone, surely!
Raleigh:
[Laughing.] Not half, my lord. Time lags when we wait.
Herbert:
Time! Time is for slaves: an hour for this, an hour for that. Curse time, a slut that lends herself to every basest use. [Throws himself into a seat. Insolently.] What was the answer?
Raleigh:
Answer! my lord!
Herbert:
[Insolently.] Yes, when my name went in.