Thy peer, an thou'rt not honest.
Say. Insolent!
My fathers were made noble by a king!
Aylmere. And mine by a God! The people are God's own
Nobility; and wear their stars not on
Their breasts, but in them!—But go to! I trifle.
Say. Slave! I am the treasurer of the realm,—Lord Say!
Aylmere (with a laugh of passionate triumph).
Fortune, for this I do forgive thee all!
Heaven hath sent him here for sacrifice.