[The Queen shouts.]
Two Boys. Murder! the queen's murder'd!
Ele. Love, slaves, peace!
Two Boys. Murder! the queen's murder'd!
Ele. Stop your throats!
Hark! hush, you squaller. Dear love, look up:
Our chamber-window stares into the court,
And every wide-mouth'd ear, hearing this news,
Will give alarum to the cuckold king:
I did dissemble when I chid my love,
And that dissembling was to try my love.
Queen-M. Thou call'dst me strumpet.
Ele. I'll tear out my tongue
From this black temple for blaspheming thee.
Queen-M. And when I woo'd thee but to smile on me,
Thou cri'dst away, away, and frown'dst upon me.
Ele. Come, now
I will kiss thee; now I'll smile upon thee;
Call to thy ashy cheeks their wonted red;
Come, frown not, pout not; smile, smile upon me,
And with my poniard will I stab my flesh,
And quaff carouses to thee of my blood;
Whilst in moist nectar kisses thou dost pledge me.
How now, why star'st thou thus?
[Knock.