Brask. Unfortunately, my health is not always to be depended
upon.

Constable. Is Your Grace not enjoying good health? It is hard to
feel one's strength failing, particularly for one who occupies
such an exalted and responsible position.

Brask. You look very well, my Lord Constable.

Constable. Yes, thank God! (Pause.)

Brask (seating himself). Don't you think there is a draught here,
my Lord?

Constable. It seems so. Perhaps we might order the doors to be
closed?

Brask. No, thank you, that will not be necessary. (Pause.)

Constable. The King is long in coming.

Brask. Yes.

Constable. Perhaps you won't find it worth your while to wait for
him.

Brask. Perhaps not!

Constable. With your permission, I will send word to Your Grace's