The Queen is ill advised: shall I turn
traitor?
Tennyson
ROGER. Not one, sir.
NOAILLES. No! the disguise was perfect. Let's away.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENE IV. --LONDON. A ROOM IN THE PALACE.
ELIZABETH. _Enter_ COURTENAY.
COURTENAY. So yet am I,
Unless my friends and mirrors lie to me,
A goodlier-looking fellow than this Philip.
Pah!
The Queen is ill advised: shall I turn traitor?
They've almost talked me into it: yet the word
Affrights me somewhat: to be such a one
As Harry Bolingbroke hath a lure in it.
Good now, my Lady Queen, tho' by your age,
And by your looks you are not worth the having,
Yet by your crown you are. [_Seeing_ ELIZABETH.
The Princess there?
If I tried her and la--she's amorous.
Have we not heard of her in Edward's time,
Her freaks and frolics with the late Lord Admiral?
I do believe she'd yield. I should be still
A party in the state; and then, who knows--
ELIZABETH. What are you musing on, my Lord of Devon?
COURTENAY. Has not the Queen--
ELIZABETH. Done what, Sir?
COURTENAY. --made you follow
The Lady Suffolk and the Lady Lennox? --
You,
The heir presumptive.
