QUEEN
This goes to trial.
Be thou my magic book, which reading o'er
Their counterspells we'll break; or if the King
Will not by strong hand fix me in his Throne,
But that I must be held Spain's blazing star,
Be it an ominous charm to call up war.
ACT THREE SCENE TWO
Enter Cornego and Onaelia.
CORNEGO Here's a parcel of man's flesh has been hanging up and down all this morning to speak with you.
ONAELIA
Is't not some executioner?
CORNEGO
I see nothing about him to hang in but his garters.
ONAELIA
Sent from the King to warn me of my death:
I prithee bid him welcome.
CORNEGO
He says he is a poet.
ONAELIA
Then bid him better welcome.
Belike he's come to write my epitaph,
Some scurvy thing I'll warrant. Welcome Sir.
Enter Poet.