BALTHAZAR
No point.
QUEEN
Read me then:
Medina's niece, by a contract from the King,
Lays claim to all that's mine, my crown, my bed.
A son she has by him must fill the throne,
If her great faction can but work that wonder.
Now hear me…
BALTHAZAR
I do with gaping ears.
QUEEN
I swell with hopeful issue to the King.
BALTHAZAR
A brave Don call you mother.
MALATESTE
Of this danger the fear afflicts the King.
BALATAZAR
Cannot much blame him.
QUEEN
If therefore by the riddance of this Dame …
BALTHAZAR
Riddance? Oh! The meaning on't is murder.
MALATESTE
Stab her, or so, that's all.