KING.
Now by thy looks
I guess thy message. Is the Queen delivered?
Say “Ay, and of a boy”.
OLD LADY.
Ay, ay, my liege,
And of a lovely boy. The God of heaven
Both now and ever bless her! ’Tis a girl
Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your Queen
Desires your visitation, and to be
Acquainted with this stranger. ’Tis as like you
As cherry is to cherry.
KING.
Lovell.
LOVELL.
Sir?
KING.
Give her an hundred marks. I’ll to the Queen.
[Exit King.]
OLD LADY.
An hundred marks? By this light, I’ll ha’ more.
An ordinary groom is for such payment.
I will have more or scold it out of him.
Said I for this the girl was like to him?
I’ll have more, or else unsay’t. And now,
While ’tis hot, I’ll put it to the issue.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. Lobby before the council-chamber.
Enter Cranmer, Archbishop of Canterbury.