BALTHAZAR
As lightning.
Exit Balthazar.
ALBA
This fellow is some angel dropped from heaven
To preserve innocence.
MEDINA
He is a wheel
Of swift and turbulent motion. I have trusted him,
Yet will not hang on him too many plummets,
Lest with a headlong gyre <34> he ruins all.
In these state consternations, when a kingdom
Stands tottering at the centre, out of suspicion
Safety grows often. Let us suspect this fellow,
And that albeit he show us the King's hand,
It may be but a trick.
DAENIA
Your Lordship hits
A poisoned nail i'th head. This waxen fellow,
By the King's hand so bribing him with gold,
Is set on screws, perhaps is made his creature,
To turn round every way.
MEDINA
Out of that fear
Will I beget truth. For myself in person
Will sound the King's breast.
CARLO
How? Yourself in person?
ALBA
That's half the prize he gapes for.
MEDINA
I'll venture it,
And come off well I warrant you, and rip up
His very entrails, cut in two his heart,
And search each corner in't, yet shall not he
Know who it is cut up the anatomy.
DAENIA
'Tis an exploit worth wonder.