"But I deny their intent to be treasonable.

There are many men who drink to the prosperity of the late Kings's son..." "Natural son, sir; natural son," Albemarle amended.

"It is treason to speak of him otherwise." "It will be a treason presently to draw breath," sneered Blake.
"If it be," said Trenchard, "it is a treason you'll not be long committing." "Faith, you are right, Mr.Trenchard," said the Duke with a laugh.
Indeed, he found Mr.Trenchard a most pleasant and facetious gentleman.
"Still," insisted Richard, endeavouring in spite of these irrelevancies to make good his point, "there be many men who drink daily to the prosperity of the late King's natural son." "Aye, sir," answered Albemarle; "but not his prosperity in horrid plots against the life of our beloved sovereign." "True, Your Grace; very true," purred Sir Edward.

"It was not so I meant to toast him," cried Richard.

Albemarle made an impatient gesture, and took up a sheet of paper.