La. Alb. I'll tell you all.
But I'll not kneel. I've lived too much on knees.
... See? Albemarle! He has as many bodies
As he has wishes to keep spy on me.
... He's gone, and did not speak. He never speaks,
But there's a sort of beast sits in his heart
That growls and I do hear it.
Fr. Peace, good lady.
La. Alb. Ah, good again. Foul, foul and villainous!
Come here, thou holy man. To you I'll speak.