Lay near me; and you know me strong of arm;
I do believe I lamed his Majesty’s.”
Is our poet, again, so barren of invention that he could find no other way of portraying Philip’s indifference to his Queen than the following:
“By S. James, I do protest,
Upon the faith and honor of a Spaniard,
I am vastly grieved to leave your Majesty.
Simon, is supper ready?”
“Renard—Ay, my liege,
I saw the covers laying.”
“Philip—Let’s have it.”