LOCRINE. Nay, what thinks evening, whom he leaves undone? ESTRILD. ESTRILD. Thou madest me queen and woman: though my life Were taken, these thou couldst not take again, The gifts thou gavest me. More am I than wife, Whom, till my tyrant by thy strength were slain And by thy love my servile shame cast out, My naked sorrows clothed and girt about With princelier pride than binds the brows of queens, Thou sawest of all things least and lowest alive. What means thy doubt? LOCRINE. LOCRINE. Fear knows not what it means: And I was fearful even of clouds that drive Across the dawn, and die—of all, of nought— Winds whispering on the darkling ways of thought, Sunbeams that flash like fire, and hopes like fears That slay themselves, and live again, and die. But in mine eyes thy light is, in mine ears Thy music: I am thine, and more than I, Being half of thy sweet soul. ESTRILD. ESTRILD. Woe worth me then! For one requires thee wholly. LOCRINE. LOCRINE. Guendolen? ESTRILD. ESTRILD. I said she was the fairer—and I lied not. LOCRINE. LOCRINE. Thou art the fairest fool alive.
Prev.
Back
Top