At table, James the King is, for a moment, lost in thought. Standing behind him are Richard Neile, Bishop of Durham, and Lancelot Andrewes, Bishop of Winchester. The King suddenly turns and asks, “My lords, cannot I take my subjects’ money when I want it, without all this formality in Parliament?” An unctuous Neile replies, “God forbid, but you should; you are the breath of our nostrils.” The King thinks again: then, “And what of you, Andrewes? You have said nothing.” Andrewes offers that he has no expertise on parliamentary matters. But James wants an opinion from a man for…