La. Alb. Ay, ay, the king! I understand
Your cry about my brother.
Mar. O!
La. Alb. Why such an "O!"
As though you'd swallow all the air i' the room
And kill me with vacuity.
Mar. Ah, madam!
La. Alb. You'll not have long to wait. He'll be here soon.
Mar. O, then you think he's safe?
La. Alb. I think he's safe?