_Hen._ 'Tis true. I am that wretched man, Your sovereign. [_Kneels_] _Ste._ [_Aside_] Kneel to a woman! Nay, Not Stephen! [_Rises_] _Hen._ Speak, sweet, and say that I'm forgiven! _Gla._ My Henry I'll forgive, but not the king. _Hen._ No pity for the king? O, take him, too, Fair Glaia, crown and all! [_Rises_] Look not away, Nor down, nor up, nor anywhere but here. Say thou'lt forgive, we'll instantly to court, For there's a spirit sits within this hour, Like silent wisdom in a lovely face, That gives me confidence. We'll to the court! I know thou art a maid of noble blood. For thou'rt indexed with rank's unerring sign, And dearly limned by Nature for a queen. Weep not, my sweet, thy lover is a king, And by my soul, and these dear wildered eyes, And by the life in these blue wandering veins, [_kissing her hand_] These azure rivers in a lily field-- I'll lift thee high as is the English throne! [_Exeunt the king and Glaia_] _Ste._ Now there'll be a broil at court to please all the witches on the island. _Eld._ And 'twas you dropped the devil's meat into the pot. O, woe, woe, woe! That I should live to see my lady wed the king! _Ste._ Well, worse could 'a' happened. The king might have had me hung, and it's bad luck to be a widow twice to the same man. I'm for the court to keep both eyes open for what sport befalls. _Eld._ Sport? O, the poor lord of Wynne! What will he do now? May be 'tis sent on him for worshippin' my lady like the Holy Virgin. Sport? O, that you should be my husband and a villain! Up with you, Orson! There's work for such poor servants as we be. _Ors._ Servant, ma'am? Dost not think that this high connection of my lady's will make me lord chamberlain to---- _Eld._ Ay, thou'lt get thy right place, I hope, though it be lord footman to a donkey! Come along with you both! [_Exeunt. Re-enter the king and Glaia_] _Gla._ I can't believe it yet, your majesty. _Hen._ Nay, Henry, love. The name you gave me first. By that alone I'll live upon your lips. _Gla._ I should be gay,--alack, I am half sad. A sort of music here is gone. Mayhap I loved my brother better than the king.