Madam, farewell;
I pray God keep you in such patient heart.

[Exit.]

QUEEN.
Let him come now.

MARY SEYTON.
Madam, he is at hand.

[Exit.]

[Enter CHASTELARD.]

QUEEN.
Give me that broidery frame; how, gone so soon?
No maid about? Reach me some skein of silk.
What, are you come, fair lord? Now by my life
That lives here idle, I am right glad of you;
I have slept so well and sweet since yesternight
It seems our dancing put me in glad heart.
Did you sleep well?

CHASTELARD.
Yea, as a man may sleep.

QUEEN.
You smile as if I jested; do not men
Sleep as we do? Had you fair dreams in the night?