Oh, Arbitress of Fate! I supplicate your Sovereign Power! enrich me with a word; set joy-bells ringing with a gest of grace and fill my heart with heavenly gratitude.
The Queen:
[To the girl.] And you? Shall he wear you? It misdoubts me the gift’s already given!
Lady Joan:
[Curtseying to the ground.] Oh Fairest Vestal, Mirror of Beauty, Pink of Perfectness: I would requite my Lord with dutiful affection——
The Queen:
I was sure you would, and with a dozen brats as well.
Lady Joan:
’Tis only stars and our great Queen can live alone.
The Queen: