By me she sends an embassy of love,
Sweet blandishments and kind congratulations,
But cannot, oh! she cannot, come herself.
King. Our rage is turn'd to fear: what ails the queen?
Aldi. A sudden diarrhœa's rapid force,
So stimulates the peristaltic motion,
That she by far out-does her late out-doing,
And all conclude her royal life in danger.
King. Bid the physicians of the world assemble
In consultation, solemn and sedate: