2nd Sol. ’Tis said that the new Queen be a witch an’ hath holpen him wi’ her deviltries.
1st Sol. God save us if it be true! Yet it is safe to say; God save the King an’ Queen. ’Tis better to cry a witch Queen than to be split i’ the gullet.
2nd Sol. Yea wi’ plenty ale i’ the pewter and meat o’ the spit, no matter who queens or kings it, so says I. I’m for Mordred an’ the Witch.
1st Sol. So be I till the next change comes.
[Exit both.
(Rise inner Curtain.) Enter Vivien as Queen with many
Ladies and Pages—takes her state.
Enter a Knight, who kneels.
Vivien. What news from France, Sir Bors?
Knight. Arthur cometh back, my Lady.