Twice be thou too for my sake blest and his.
HERALD.
At the king's word I rode afoam for thine.
ALTHAEA.
Thou sayest he tarrieth till they bring the spoil?
HERALD.
Hard by the quarry, where they breathe, O queen.
ALTHAEA.
Speak thou their chance; but some bring flowers and crown
These gods and all the lintel, and shed wine,
Fetch sacrifice and slay, for heaven is good.