Wentworth. Take no care for that: that's sure
To prosper.
Charles. You shall rule me. You were best
Return at once: but take this ere you go!
Now, do I trust you? You're an Earl: my Friend
Of Friends: yes, while.... You hear me not!
Wentworth. Say it all o'er again—but once again:
The first was for the music: once again!
Charles. Strafford, my friend, there may have been reports,
Vain rumors. Henceforth touching Strafford is
To touch the apple of my sight: why gaze
So earnestly?
Wentworth. I am grown young again,
[126]And foolish. What was it we spoke of?
Charles. Ireland,
The Parliament,—
Wentworth. I may go when I will?
—Now?
Charles. Are you tired so soon of us?
Wentworth. My King!
But you will not so utterly abhor
A Parliament? I'd serve you any way.
Charles. You said just now this was the only way.