Doth not your heart beat high?
Fla. Yea, it swells so, this little breast, in truth,
Can scarce contain it.—
How shall we bear the meeting?
Fool. I troth, merrily, merrily, as I do. ’Tis true I am a Briton; but, then, am I not a fool? And ne’er will I put my folly to the test. Think’st thou, I’ll risk my brains for mine anointed king? Nay, nay; in this affair, mine heels shall be my guide, and quick teach me the way to run. */
[Exeunt.
SCENE VI.—A CHAMBER IN THE PALACE.
Enter Edmunda and Attendants.
Edm. I will not to my chamber, then, I tell ye.
1st Maid. Beseech you, madam, to return again;