Herbert:
A very proper spirit in him. But prithee, send in my name again—I like not waiting.
Raleigh:
I pray you not to ask that.
Herbert:
[Rising.] But I do ask it, man, I do. I’m sick of waiting. On me be all the blame. I’ll bear you out in it.
Raleigh:
I’m on duty here, my lord, and may not yield my office to another!
Herbert:
[Going to him.] Don’t lesson me, but do your office.