Fr. Seb. [Kneeling] Gracious king!
Hen. Nay, rise and bless me.
Fr. Seb. Hear, my sovereign.
This meeting is not chance. I sought thee here
To tell what palsies me to think on.
Hen. Speak,
Then think of it no more.
Fr. Seb. 'Tis said De Burgh
Has gained the victory 'gainst all expectance.
I know that he was sure he went to death,