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CARLOS.

At the confessional?

FRIAR.

So I believe; I meet him in the chapel.

CARLOS.

I am right glad of this. We marvell'd much—

He did not sooner think of ghostly comfort.

FRIAR.

I have been summon'd by him once before;

But when I came, capricious in his sorrow,
He would not see me.

CARLOS.

Speak comfort to him, and enjoin some penance

For the indulgence of such frantic grief,
So wayward, so excessive. May God bless thee!
[Exit Friar.
Here comes our keen and fiery secretary.

Enter Balthazer.

Return'd so soon! And hath the royal ear
Inclin'd to thy petition?

BALTHAZER.

Ay; every cot and castle in th' realm

At my command must open gate and hold,
Chamber and bower; even the sepulchral vault,
Whose sable scutcheon'd door hath not for years
Upon its hinges jarr'd, must be unlock'd,