Then right might shift for itself. And you call this
Repentance! Pah! Who can keep mum when death
Turns the last screw? You know the earl of Kent?
My brother?
Fr. Yes, my daughter.
La. Alb. I know that
Will make his peace with Henry—foolish king!
I must go back to tell you—years and years.
[Turns away as if musing]
Fr. Speak, lady, in God's name.