Alone, Ragan extols her state of rule, “of Cambria as I please,” and laments her sister’s plight, still under the thumb of their father, whom, should he deign to settle upon her, she would “send him packing” by entertaining him “with such slender cost that he should quickly wish to change his host.”
Enter Ragan solus.
RAGAN: How may I bless the hour of my nativity,
Which bodeth unto me such happy Stars!
How may I think kind fortune, that vouchsafes
To all my actions, such desired event!
I rule the King of Cambria as I please:
The States are all obedient to my will;
And look whatere I say, it shall be so;
Not any one, that dareth answer no.
My eldest sister lives in royal state,
And wanteth nothing fitting her degree: … [11.10]
Yet hath she such a cooling card withal,
As that her honey savoreth much of gall.
My father with her is quarter-master still,
And many times restrains her of her will:
But if he were with me, and served me so,
I’d send him packing somewhere else to go.
I’d entertain him with such slender cost,
That he should quickly wish to change his host. Exit.