(Dall Glic goes to recess of window.)
Queen: (Coming in.) Did you, Nurse, ever at
any time turn and dress a dinner?
Nurse: (Very stiff.) Indeed I never did. Any
house I ever was in there was a good kitchen and
well attended, the Lord be praised!
Queen: Ah, but just to be kind and to oblige
the King.
Nurse: Troth, the same King will wait long
till he'll see any dish I will ready for him! I am
not one that was reared between the flags and the
oven in the corner of the one room! To be a nurse
to King's children is my trade, and not to go stirring
mashes, for hens or for humans!
Queen: I heard a crafty woman lay down one
time there was no way to hold a man, only by food
and flattery.
Nurse: Sure any mother of children walking the
road could tell you that much.
Queen: I went maybe too far urging him not
to lessen so much food the way he did. I only
thought to befriend him. But now he is someway
upset and nothing will rightly smooth him but to
be thinking upon his next meal; and what it will
be I don't know, unless the berries of the bush.
Dall Glic: (Leaning out of the window.) Here!
Hi! Come this way!
Queen: Who are you calling to?