MOW. What time o' day was this?
BLUNT. It was, Lord Mowbray, somewhat past eleven,
For we were even then sitting down to dine.
LEI. But did ye dine?
BLUNT. The lady and her son did not.
Brand would not stay.
BRUCE. No, Leicester, no; for here is no such sign
Of any meat's digestion.
RICH. But, by the way, tell us, I pray you, Blunt,
While she remain'd with you, was she distraught
With grief, or any other passions violent?
BLUNT. She now and then would weep, and often pray
For reconcilement 'twixt the king and lords.
CHES. How to her son did she affected stand?
BLUNT. Affection could not any more affect;
Nor might a mother show more mother's love.
MOW. How to my lord the king?