Win me?
Herbert:
And now I have succeeded.
The Queen:
What do you mean?
Herbert:
Jealousy is the best proof of love.
The Queen:
You saucy boy! [They dance to the entrance, R. He holds the cloth, and the Queen passes through. As the cloth falls, Herbert turns and hastens back to Miss Fitton, who moves to meet him: the others are dispersing; the servants begin to dismantle the tent.]
Herbert: