MAT. What burden-bearing? whereto tends this talk?
MONK. To you, to us, this abbey, and King John.
MAT. O God, forfend he should be thought upon!
MONK. Lady, make short: the king must lie with you.
MAT. With me? with me?
[First turns to the MONK, then to the ABBESS.
ABB. Sweet, never look so strange:
He shall come closely,[355] nobody shall see.
MAT. How can he come, but One hath eyes to see?
MONK. Your chamber-windows shall be shadowed.
MAT. But no veil from my conscience shadows me.
ABB. And all the nuns sent quietly to bed.