Queen Elizabeth : [knock at door] Who is it?
Lord Melchett : It is I, your majesty.
Queen Elizabeth : Stop! Close your eyes. Now enter.
[Blackadder and Melchett enter. Melchett has his hand over his eyes]
Queen Elizabeth : [doing a very bad imitation of a sailor] Ahoy there me shivering matey, heave-ho.
Queen Elizabeth : Right, now open your eyes.
Lord Melchett : [uncovers eyes] Thank you ma'am. And um...
[looks around room]
Queen Elizabeth : [practically squealing with delight] What's the matter Melchie?
Lord Melchett : [very obviously humouring her] Well I beg your pardon your majesty, but I was hoping to greet the gallant young sailor who hallooed me as I came in. Perchance he has hauled anchor and sailed away.
Queen Elizabeth : [mischievously] No. It was me!
Lord Melchett : Majesty! Surely not.
Blackadder : You utter creep.
Queen Elizabeth : It's him. Oh, God. Do I look absolutely divine and regal, and yet and at the same time very pretty and rather accessible?
Queen Elizabeth : Oh, and Edmund was right. You do smell like fish. PHOOHEY!