Ele. And that way you.
Car. The rest I will divide:
The lords shall be convented.
Ele. Good.
Car. Let's meet.
Queen-M. Where?
Ele. Here anon: this [Aside] is thy winding-sheet.
[Exit Cardinal. The Moor walks up and down musing.
Queen-M. What shape will this prodigious womb bring forth,
Which groans with such strange labour?
Ele. Excellent!
Queen-M. Why, Eleazar, art thou rapt with joys,
Or does thy sinking policy make to shore?