Prince. She left me.
Buzen. But trembling or calm?
Prince. Calmly, as from a thing hated
And more powerful than she
Whom she would not rouse to action.
Buzen. [Rubbing his hands.] Good.
Prince. What is good?
Buzen. That which thou speakest of.
Prince. How so?
Buzen. [Comes forward towards the Prince.] It proves that I have humbly succeeded—
[Grudgingly.] Through the help of another, 'tis true—
But yet succeeded in bringing my lord honorable help.
Ruiten. Indeed it is so.
Prince. Say on, very wise councillor.