Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, LORD RIVERS, and LORD GREY.
[♦] Riv. Have patience, madam: there’s no doubt his majesty
Will soon recover his accustom’d health.
[♦] Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse:
Therefore, for God’s sake, entertain good comfort,
[5] And cheer his grace with quick and merry words.
[♦] Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide of me?
[♦] Riv. No other harm but loss of such a lord.
[♦] Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all harm.
Grey. The heavens have bless’d you with a goodly son,