His soul was sick of the Howards; therefore his body suffered such terrible pains.

If the Duke of Norfolk would close his eyes in death, then would the king also be able to close his again in refreshing sleep! But this court of peers--and only by such a court could the duke be judged--this court of peers was so slow and deliberate! It worked far less rapidly, and was not near so serviceable, as the Parliament which had so quickly condemned Henry Howard.

Why must the old Howard bear a ducal title?
Why was he not like his son, only an earl, so that the obedient Parliament might condemn him?
That was the king's inextinguishable grief, his gnawing pain, which made him raving with fury and heated his blood, and thereby increased the pains of his body.
He raved and roared with impatience.

Through the halls of his palace resounded his savage vituperation.

It made every one tremble and quake, for no one was sure that it was not he that was to fall that day a victim to the king's fury.