It haunteth me, his saying he was not the prince, and so--" "Peace, my lord, thou utterest treason! Hast forgot the King's command?
Remember I am party to thy crime if I but listen." St.John paled, and hastened to say-- "I was in fault, I do confess it.

Betray me not, grant me this grace out of thy courtesy, and I will neither think nor speak of this thing more.
Deal not hardly with me, sir, else am I ruined." "I am content, my lord.

So thou offend not again, here or in the ears of others, it shall be as though thou hadst not spoken.

But thou need'st not have misgivings.

He is my sister's son; are not his voice, his face, his form, familiar to me from his cradle?
Madness can do all the odd conflicting things thou seest in him, and more.