THE KING (somber and stern).
Good night, then! Let me kiss your neck, poor fool,
Before they cut it off. [Embraces L'Angely.
L'ANGELY (aside).
He's in dead earnest!
THE KING (after a pause).
For never does a worthy king oppose
The course of justice. But you claim too much,
Lord Cardinal—two falconers and my fool!
All for one duel!
[Greatly agitated, he walks up and down with his hand on his forehead. Then he turns to L'Angely, who is most anxious.
L'ANGELY (aside).
The devil!
[The King continues to pace the floor and appears violently agitated.