Not for that, neither; here's the pang that pinches:
2.3.21203His highness, having lived so long with her, and she
2.3.31204So good a lady that no tongue could ever
2.3.41205Pronounce dishonor of her. By my life
2.3.51206She never knew harm-doing. Oh, now after
2.3.61207So many courses of the sun enthroned,
2.3.71208Still growing in a majesty and pomp, the which
2.3.81209To leave a thousandfold more bitter, than
2.3.91210'Tis sweet at first t'acquire. After this process
Hearts of most hard temper
Oh God's will, much better
2.3.151216She ne'er had known pomp; though't be temporal,
2.3.171218It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging
Alas poore Lady,
So much the more
2.3.241225And range with humble livers in content,
2.3.251226Than to be perked up in a glist'ring grief
Our content
By my troth and maidenhead
Beshrew me, I would,
2.3.321233And venture maidenhead for't, and so would you
2.3.341235You that have so fair parts of woman on you
2.3.351236Have, too, a woman's heart which ever yet
2.3.371238Which, to say sooth, are blessings, and which gifts
2.3.391240Of your soft cheverel conscience would receive
Nay, good troth.
Yes, troth and troth. You would not be a queen?
No, not for all the riches under heaven.
'Tis strange: a threepence bowed would hire me,
2.3.451246Old as I am, to queen it. But I pray you,
2.3.461247What think you of a duchess? Have you limbs
No, in truth.
Then you are weakly made. Pluck off a little;
2.3.501251I would not be a young count in your way,
2.3.511252For more then blushing comes to. If your back
2.3.521253Cannot vouchsafe this burden 'tis too weak
How you do talk.
In faith, for little England
2.3.591260Would for Caernarfonshire, although there longed
2.3.601261No more to th' crown but that. Lo, who comes here?
Good morrow, ladies; what were't worth to know
My good lord,
2.3.641266Not your demand; it values not your asking.
It was a gentle business, and becoming
Now I pray God, amen.
You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings
2.3.711273Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady,
2.3.721274Perceive I speak sincerely, and high notes
2.3.731275Ta'en of your many virtues. The king's majesty
2.3.741276Commends his good opinion of you to you, and
2.3.751277Does purpose honor to you no less flowing
2.3.761278Than Marchioness of Pembroke; to which title
I do not know
2.3.801282What kind of my obedience I should tender.
2.3.811283More then my all is nothing, nor my prayers
2.3.821284Are not words duly hallowed, nor my wishes
2.3.831285More worth than empty vanities. Yet prayers and wishes
2.3.841286Are all I can return. Beseech your lordship,
2.3.851287Vouchsafe to speak my thanks and my obedience
2.3.861288As from a blushing handmaid to his highness,
Lady,
2.3.891291I shall not fail t'approve the fair conceit
2.3.901292The king hath of you. I have perused her well,
2.3.921294That they have caught the king, and who knows yet
2.3.941296To lighten all this isle. I'll to the King
My honored Lord.
Why this it is: see, see,
2.3.981301I have been begging sixteen years in court
2.3.1031306This compelled fortune. Have your mouth filled up
This is strange to me.
How tastes it? Is it bitter? Forty pence, no.
2.3.1081311That would not be a queen, that would she not
2.3.1091312For all the mud in Egypt. Have you heard it?
Come, you are pleasant.
With your theme I could
2.3.1121315O'er mount the lark: the Marchioness of Pembroke?
Good Lady,
2.3.1201323Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy
What do you think me?