And by the life in these blue wandering veins,
[kissing her hand]
These azure rivers in a lily field—
I'll lift thee high as is the English throne!
[Exeunt the king and Glaia]
Ste. Now there'll be a broil at court to please all the witches on the island.
Eld. And 'twas you dropped the devil's meat into the pot. O, woe, woe, woe! That I should live to see my lady wed the king!
Ste. Well, worse could 'a' happened. The king might have had me hung, and it's bad luck to be a widow twice to the same man. I'm for the court to keep both eyes open for what sport befalls.
Eld. Sport? O, the poor lord of Wynne! What will he do now? May be 'tis sent on him for worshippin' my lady like the Holy Virgin. Sport? O, that you should be my husband and a villain! Up with you, Orson! There's work for such poor servants as we be.
Ors. Servant, ma'am? Dost not think that this high connection of my lady's will make me lord chamberlain to——