A Hall. Early morning. Enter Thoas.
Thoas.
I will and must have further parley with him.
To think what I’ve been forced to hear this night!
Heaven knows I went not out to catch the talk,
Yet home I come as packed as though I were
The wandering ear o’ the bloodiest of tyrants
And scarce had faith I’d see my Lord again.
Rebellion, imminent raid of sudden foemen,
Yea, a new choice of King! Is’t possible?