In his own person. You've thrust the cloven foot
Too far from 'neath the bishop's gown.
Win. My lord——
Hen. Now I read back and take the hellish measure
Of all your lies!
Win. Your majesty——
Hen. Sir, I have loved this man, and when I felt
Too weak for England's throne, I laid my head
Upon his breast and there grew strong as he.
And you dare say——