What triumph
For my lord cardinal—my fool!

[Folding his arms.

L'ANGELY.

Montaigne would say, "Who knows?" And Rabelais,
"Perhaps."

THE KING (with gesture of determination).

Give me a parchment, fool.

[L'Angely eagerly hands a parchment which he finds on the table near the writing-desk. The King hastily writes a few words, then gives the parchment back to L'Angely.

L'ANGELY.

All three?

THE KING.