- Queen alone with Sir Dandiprat than she recovers from her swoon.
Sir Dandiprat. Shall I fan your Majesty? Oh, I hope . . .
The Queen. Where is the Prince?
Sir Dandiprat. Waiting on the terrace, your Majesty. The Queen. Keep him there till I ring.
Sir Dandiprat. Oh, pray don't anger him! Gain time! Gain time!
The Queen. Get out, you idiot! [This rude exclamation so startles Sir Dandiprat that he stumbles backwards up the terrace steps, and waddles out of sight as fast as his fat legs will carry him.]
The Queen. [Alone.] The Witch! Witch Hex! I must summon her. She must help me now. [She draws the curtains over both entrances so that she may not be seen at her magic.] What.
