1st Lady
Your Majesty is obeyed, and our most humble apologies to your Majesty.
[She closes the door softly.]
Queen
You haven't shut the door. You haven't shut it tight. Oh, for Heaven's sake, slam it!
[The court lady bangs the door with discretion.]
1st Courtier [whispering]
What a humour she is in! What a woman of moods!
2d Courtier
She is illusive. She is like a succession of masks, seen at dawn. In her there always appears a terrible wanness, right upon the heels of a wonderful freshness.