Mother, did you know your first husband well?

Oh, do not remind me of my former sadness. I cannot restrain my tears when I think of him.

You weep? Leave off doing that; they are only crocodile tears. But look, there in that gallery hangs the counterfeit resemblance of your first husband, and there hangs the counterfeit of your present one. What think you now? Which of them is the finer looking? Is not the first the nobler Lord?

Indeed that is so.

How then could you forget him so soon? Fie! Shame on you! You celebrated his funeral and your wedding almost on the same day! But hush! are all the doors shut fast?

Why do you ask that?

Ha! ha! Who is that, listening to us?

Oh, Prince, what are you doing? I am slain!

O Heavens! My son, what have you done? It is Corambus, the Lord Chamberlain!