Countess. I will, my liege.
Edward. Swear, Countess, that thou wilt.
Countess. By Heaven, I will!
Edward. Then take thyself a little way aside,
And tell thyself a king doth dote on thee.
Say that within thy power it doth lie
To make him happy; and that thou hast sworn
To give him all the joy within thy power.
Do this, and tell him, when I shall be happy.
Countess. All this is done, my thrice-dread sovereign.