Ber. Ay, as the stars.
A Lord. The stars?
He winked then, by the rood!
Ber. What do you say?
Lord. I say the stars do wink, most gracious prince.
Osw. Come, find your seats, my friends! Yet two of us,
Lord Charilus and my unworthy self
Must keep our feet till we have drunk the wine
Made sacrosanct by one night's rest upon
The Virgin's altar.
[Bertrand places Ardia's seat by her father, who stands at the left of Oswald]
You, fair Berenice,
Sit at my right, and on your other side
The graceless prince of Suli begs for room.
Bere. He beg, my lord? I have not heard his tongue,
And for his eyes, I fear no leek of Wales
Could pull a beggar's tear from them to oil
This suit. But he is welcome.
Ber. [Taking seat by her] Thank you, lady.
[When all are seated save Charilus and Oswald a priest enters bearing a chalice of wine which he places on table before Oswald]