Wentworth. Enough! 'tis too unworthy,—I am not
So patient as I thought. What's Pym about?
Lady Carlisle. Pym?
Wentworth. Pym and the People.
Lady Carlisle. O, the Faction!
[119]Extinct—of no account: there'll never be
Another Parliament.
Wentworth. Tell Savile that!
You may know—(ay, you do—the creatures here
Never forget!) that in my earliest life
I was not ... much that I am now! The King
May take my word on points concerning Pym
Before Lord Savile's, Lucy, or if not,
I bid them ruin their wise selves, not me,
These Vanes and Hollands! I'll not be their tool
Who might be Pym's friend yet.
But there's the King!
Where is he?
Lady Carlisle. Just apprised that you arrive.
Wentworth. And why not here to meet me? I was told
He sent for me, nay, longed for me.
Lady Carlisle. Because,—
He is now ... I think a Council's sitting now
About this Scots affair.
Wentworth. A Council sits?
They have not taken a decided course
Without me in the matter?
Lady Carlisle. I should say....