KING EDWARD.
Go, draw the same, I tell thee in what form.

LODOWICK.
I go.

[Exit Lodowick.]

COUNTESS.
Sorry I am to see my liege so sad:
What may thy subject do to drive from thee
Thy gloomy consort, sullome melancholy?

KING EDWARD.
Ah, Lady, I am blunt and cannot straw
The flowers of solace in a ground of shame:--
Since I came hither, Countess, I am wronged.

COUNTESS.
Now God forbid that any in my house
Should think my sovereign wrong! Thrice gentle King,
Acquaint me with your cause of discontent.

KING EDWARD.
How near then shall I be to remedy?


COUNTESS.
As near, my Liege, as all my woman's power