KING.
You, Prince, as my natural aide—here! Baronet Hotham, you are in the centre.
[The lackeys place the table in the centre of the room and then go off.]
PRINCE (aside).
Hotham—the commercial treaties—
[HOTHAM sits down at the centre of the table, opens the portfolio which he has brought with him, lays out sheets of paper, and examines his pen.]
KING (folding his hands).
In God's name—[After a pause] If I should ask you, my faithful spouse, companion of my life, what a happy marriage is—
QUEEN.
Has that anything to do with our daughter's wedding-contract?