KING. Fetch it.
Two of ye help her with her hamper hither.
LADY B. Nay, nay, one will suffice: the jewel if I save, Is all I ask. [Exit with CHESTER.
KING. We shall her jewel have.
HUB. She is very fearful I should keep her son.
LADY B. [Within.] Ye do, ye do!
KING. Alas! good Lady, hark: Chester and she are chiding.
Enter CHESTER and she, leading the boy.
LADY B. Let go his hand! Is this a paw, think you,
To hold a tender hand in? fie, for shame!
A nobleman so churlish! Look, I pray,
His arms are gristless.[327]
KING. How now, Lady Bruce!
Doth Chester hurt the jewel of your joy?
Now, by my troth, it is a pretty boy!
LADY B. Ay, knew your majesty as much as I,
You would say more.