Countess [mimicking Elizabeth’s voice]. Indeed, no.
Elizabeth. Oh—lady mother!
[The maid with the posset giggles, and receives a frown and a box on the ear for her pains.]
Maid. Will your la’ship’s grace be pleased to taste?
Countess. Nay, nay, I cannot abide tansy, but it is good for the joints and for rheumy distillations, and will serve the Lady Margaret finely. Go you and wait for me at her door with the bowl.
Lennox. Elizabeth, I know you have my cap. Without it I cannot walk abroad. The wind is cool.
Elizabeth [softly]. Oh, mother, he will have the rheum too!
Countess. Then shall he stay longer and be well nursed and physicked also.
Lennox. Bring me my cap, fair mistress.
Bess [in Elizabeth’s voice]. Come and fetch it, my Lord.