Lacy:
Most Mighty Regent, you distress me! I approach your queenly presence robed in vestments of State out of reverence for Britain’s Majesty, and in the same spirit I would use orphrey’d phrases sewn with pearls of speech, and you ask me plain words.
The Queen:
Let’s have ’em jewelled if you will; but what’s your want?
Lacy:
The jewel of this realm, indeed: the prize of all this nether world, the diamaunt of distinction——
[Bows and waives to Lady Joan.
The Queen:
What! That Chit!
Lacy: