Were I your majesty, I'd try another.
Queen. I think 'tis best to follow thy advice.
Tat. I'll fit you with a husband in a trice:
Here's Rigdum-Funnidos, a proper man;
If any one can please a queen, he can.
Rig-Fun. Ay, that I can, and please your majesty.
So, ceremonies apart, let's proceed to business.
Queen. Oh! but the mourning takes up all my care,
I'm at a loss what kind of weeds to wear.