"Marry, there is but one—Seymour, earl of Hertford."
The king asked, sharply—
"Since when is he a duke, and Lord Protector?"
"Since the last day of January."
"And prithee who made him so?"
"Himself and the Great Council—with help of the king."
His majesty started violently. "The king!" he cried. "What king, good sir?"
"What king, indeed! (God-a-mercy, what aileth the boy?) 
"THE KING!" HE CRIES. "WHAT KING?"Sith we have but one, 'tis not difficult to answer—his most sacred majesty King Edward the Sixth—whom God preserve! Yea, and a dear and gracious little urchin is he, too; and whether he be mad or no—and they say he mendeth daily—his praises are on all men's lips; and all bless him, likewise, and offer prayers that he may be spared to reign long in England; for he began humanely, with saving the old duke of Norfolk's life, and now is he bent on destroying the cruelest of the laws that harry and oppress the people."
This news struck his majesty dumb with amazement, and plunged
