[He listens, while a slight wail issues from the bundle the Nurse carries.]
The Queen.
Guess!
The King.
If it is the throne-room door that is screaking it had better be oiled!
[Protesting exclamations rise from all the Ladies and the Nurse at this prosaic idea.]
The Queen.
[Amused, as if it were a game.] Oh, cold, cold!
The King.
If any of the Dukes have on new boots that creak they must be banished from Court for a while. Boots should be seen but not heard!