WEDGEWOOD.
That won't do—Illegally odd!
KING.
Perhaps, Mr. Wedgewood, you would like the appointment yourself?
WEDGEWOOD.
If it is convenient.
KING.
I confer it upon you.
WEDGEWOOD. Thank Your Majesty. By Jove, we're sailing with wind and tide—a smooth sea below and a clear sky above us!
KING. Well, gentlemen, I wish you a prosperous voyage; but take care that you do not run your vessel upon the rocks of litigation, and founder among the quicksands of the law.
WEDGEWOOD. No danger, Your Majesty, with such a pilot! [ALBERT.]—(Sudden and loud shouts and confused noise without. Drums beat to arms.) What is the meaning of all this commotion?
(Enter HAROLD, in haste.)
KING.
Out with it, Harold!
HAROLD. The rumor of the treachery and ingratitude of the prisoners has spread like wildfire throughout the city—