MALATESTE [Aside]
Free from one good look till the blow be given.
KING
Wine. A full cup crowned to Medina's health.
MEDINA
Your highness this day so much honours me,
That I to pay you what I truly owe,
My life shall venture for it.
DAENIA
So shall mine.
KING
Onaelia, you are sad. Why frowns your brow?
ONAELIA
A foolish memory of my past ills
Folds up my look in furrows of old care,
But my heart's merry, Sir.
KING
Which mirth to heighten,
Your bridegroom and yourself first pledge this health
Which we begin to our High Constable.
Three cups filled, one to the King, the second to the Bridegroom and the third to Onaelia, with whom the King compliments.
QUEEN
Is't speeding?
MALATESTE
As all our Spanish figs are.