Page 1664 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

ANNE

Nay, good troth.

OLD LADY
Yes, troth and troth. You would not be a queen?

ANNE
No, not for all the riches under heaven. [35]

OLD LADY
’Tis strange: a threepence bowed would hire me,
Old as I am, to queen it. But, I pray you,

What think you of a duchess? Have you limbs
To bear that load of title?

ANNE
No, in truth.

OLD LADY
Then you are weakly made. Pluck off a little; [40]
I would not be a young count in your way

For more than blushing comes to. If your back
Cannot vouchsafe this burden, ’tis too weak
Ever to get a boy.

ANNE
How you do talk!

I swear again, I would not be a queen [45]
For all the world.

OLD LADY
In faith, for little England
You’d venture an emballing. I myself
Would for Caernarvonshire, although there ’longed

No more to th’crown but that. Lo, who comes here?

Enter the Lord Chamberlain