"Say you that a Howard threatens our life?
Which one is it?
Name me the traitor!" "I name them both--father and son! I name the Duke of Norfolk and the Earl of Surrey! I say that they both are traitors, who threaten the life and honor of my king, and with blasphemous arrogance dare stretch out their hands even to the crown!" "Ah, I knew it, I knew it!" screamed the king.

"And it was this that made me sleepless, and ate into my body like red-hot iron." And as he fastened on Douglas his eyes flashing with rage, he asked, with a grim smile: "Can you prove that these Howards are traitors?
Can you prove that they aim at my crown ?" "I hope to be able to do so," said Douglas.

"To be sure, there are no great convincing facts--" "Oh," said the king, interrupting him with a savage laugh, "there is no need of great facts.

Give into my hand but a little thread, and I will make out of it a cord strong enough to haul the father and son up to the gallows at one time." "Oh, for the son there is proof enough," said the earl, with a smile: "and as regards the father, I will produce your majesty some accusers against him, who will be important enough to bring the duke also to the block.

Will you allow me to bring them to you immediately ?" "Yes, bring them, bring them!" cried the king.