You cannot have the nature of a queen
If you believe that there are things above you:
Crowns make no queens, queens are the cause of crowns.
Gormflaith (slipping from his knee):
Then I will take one. Look.
She tip-toes lightly round the front of the bed to where the crown hangs on the wall.
Lear:
Come here, mad thing — come back!
Your shadow will wake the Queen.
Gormflaith:
Hush, hush! That angry voice
Will surely wake the Queen.
She lifts the crown from the peg, and returns with it.
Lear: