Hen. What is 't you say?
Now, by my life, I thought you said that Kent—
I'll not repeat it—'twas so strange a thing—
I'm numb since this dark news, and what I hear
By insurrection of my wits becomes
What I hear not.
Win. Recall yourself, my lord.
Your wits are loyal, and inform you rightly.
I said 'twas Kent——
Hen. Ha! Now the devil speaks