GERARD. --As his father did, my lord. I have been eating, sixty years almost, Your bread.
TRESHAM. Yes, yes. You ever were of all The servants in my father's house, I know, The trusted one. You'll speak the truth.
GERARD. I'll speak God's truth. Night after night...
TRESHAM. Since when?
GERARD. At least A month--each midnight has some man access To Lady Mildred's chamber.
TRESHAM. Tush, "access"-- No wide words like "access" to me!
GERARD. He runs Along the woodside, crosses to the South, Takes the left tree that ends the avenue...
TRESHAM. The last great yew-tree?