We mean,—the lady Albemarle. [Albemarle staggers]
Pem. My lord——
Alb. Air! Stand from me! Give way! I must be gone!
Hen. We must command you stay.
Alb. This air is poison!
Hen. Stay, sir!
Alb. I say not to the king 'tis false,
But to each British lord who hears I swear
'Tis a foul lie!
Hen. My ears, sir, registered