[To Burghley.] I hate women’s praises; they’re always feigned and false! [To Lacy.] Do you hold the wedding in our Court, my lord?
Lacy:
Rectress of Action! On bended knees and with a lowly heart I implorate your Majesty, let us withdraw from the blinding light of this world’s Sun and hide our joys in sylvan shade where hours go softly by.
The Queen:
The wedding should be here; afterwards you can go to your estates; does that please you, girl?
Lady Joan:
My beseechings flow to my lord’s desire——
The Queen:
By God’s Body, they are both mad; have it as ye will; [To Lady Joan] but when you come again your beseechings, as you call them, may flow in another direction. [To Burghley.] Did ever Christian hear such phrases?
[Lacy and Lady Joan bow and retire.