CARDINAL
Intends in person presently to beg
Forgiveness for his acts from heaven and you.
ONAELIA
Heaven pardon him. I shall.
CARDINAL
Will marry you.
ONAELIA
Umh! Marry me? Will he turn bigamist?
When? When?
CARDINAL
Before the morrow sun hath rode
Half his day's journey, will send home his Queen
As one that stains his bed, and can produce
Nothing but bastard issue to his crown.
Why, how now? Lost in wonder and amazement?
ONAELIA
I am so stored with joy that I can now
Strongly wear out more years of misery
Than I have lived.
Enter King.
CARDINAL
You need not: here is the King.
KING
Leave us.
Exit Cardinal.