Paul. A boy?
Emil. A daughter; and a goodly babe,
Lusty and like to live: the queen receives
Much comfort in't; says 'My poor prisoner,
[I am] innocent as you.'
Paul. I dare be sworn:
These dangerous [unsafe lunes i' the] king, beshrew them!
He must be told [on't], and [he shall]: the office
Becomes a woman best; I'll take't upon me:
If I prove [honey-mouth'd], let my tongue blister,