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88 Much honoured, my lord. Oh, she’s the girl to do it; For when the intellect is out, my lord, Nobody but a woman’s any good.

[Is shoved again. Much honoured, my lord [is shoved again], much honoured, much honoured! [Is shoved out, shoving out before him [All through this scene, from the outset of the quarrel, has kept his face turned away, or hidden in his cloak. While the has been speaking, the  and the  have come out of the palace. The stands on top of steps at one side,  a little down steps at the other side. are seen at opening in the palace curtain behind is in the centre.

[to ]. Well, you must be contented, for your work Has roused the common sort against the King, And stolen his authority. The State Is like some orderly and reverend house, Wherein the master, being dead of a sudden, The servants quarrel where they have a mind to, And pilfer here and there.

[Pause, finding that does not answer.