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KING

But little, Charles,
Nor shall not, when my fancy’s on my play. [60]
Now, Lovell, from the Queen what is the news?

LOVELL
I could not personally deliver to her

What you commanded me, but by her woman
I sent your message, who returned her thanks
In the great’st humbleness, and desired your highness [65]
Most heartily to pray for her.

KING
What sayst thou, ha?

To pray for her? What, is she crying out?

LOVELL
So said her woman, and that her sufferance made
Almost each pang a death.

KING
Alas, good lady!

SUFFOLK
God safely quit her of her burden, and [70]

With gentle travail, to the gladding of
Your highness with an heir.

KING
’Tis midnight, Charles;
Prithee to bed, and in thy prayers remember
Th’estate of my poor Queen. Leave me alone,

For I must think of that which company [75]
Would not be friendly to.

SUFFOLK
I wish your highness