Rob. Each hath a knee for duty, the other for petition.
King. Rise, your duty's done; your petitions
Shall need no knees, so your intents be honest:
Does none here know them?
Steph. Yes, my good lord,
There's now a wonder in your sight.
King. A wonder, Master Sheriff?
You mean for beauty?
Steph. No, my liege, I would not
So boast mine own wife; but it is a wonder
That excels beauty.
King. A wonder in a woman!
What is't, I prythee?
Steph. Patience, my liege;
This is a woman that was never vex'd.
King. You may boast it largely; 'tis a subject's happiness
Above a queen's. Have you suits to us?
Rob. I am the suppliant plaintiff, royal Henry;
From me their griefs take their original.
King. What art thou?