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

2.3.101211To give her the avaunt, it is a pity

2.3.111212Would move a monster.

Hearts of most hard temper

2.3.131214Melt and lament for her.

Oh God's will, much better

2.3.151216She ne'er had known pomp; though't be temporal,

2.3.161217Yet if that quarrel Fortune do divorce

2.3.171218It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging

2.3.181219As soul and body's severing.

Alas poore Lady,

2.3.201221She's a stranger now again.

So much the more

2.3.221223Must pity drop upon her; verily

2.3.231224I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born

2.3.241225And range with humble livers in content,

2.3.251226Than to be perked up in a glist'ring grief

2.3.261227And wear a golden sorrow.

Our content

2.3.281229Is our best having.

By my troth and maidenhead

2.3.301231I would not be a queen.

Beshrew me, I would,

2.3.321233And venture maidenhead for't, and so would you

2.3.331234For all this spice of your hypocrisy.

2.3.341235You that have so fair parts of woman on you

2.3.351236Have, too, a woman's heart which ever yet

2.3.361237Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty;

2.3.371238Which, to say sooth, are blessings, and which gifts

2.3.381239(Saving your mincing), the capacity

2.3.391240Of your soft cheverel conscience would receive

2.3.401241If you might please to stretch it.

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

2.3.471248To bear that load of title?

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

2.3.531254Ever to get a boy.

How you do talk.

2.3.551256I swear again I would not be a queen

2.3.561257For all the world!

In faith, for little England

2.3.581259You'd venture an emballing: I, myself,

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

2.3.621264The secret of your conference?

My good lord,

2.3.641266Not your demand; it values not your asking.

2.3.651267Our mistress's sorrows we were pitying.

It was a gentle business, and becoming

2.3.671269The action of good women; there is hope

2.3.681270All will be well.

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

2.3.771279A thousand pound a year annual support,

2.3.781280Out of his grace, he adds.

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,

2.3.871289Whose health and royalty I pray for.

Lady,

2.3.891291I shall not fail t'approve the fair conceit

2.3.901292The king hath of you. I have perused her well,

2.3.911293Beauty and honor in her are so mingled

2.3.921294That they have caught the king, and who knows yet

2.3.931295But from this lady may proceed a gem

2.3.941296To lighten all this isle. I'll to the King

2.3.951297And say I spoke with you.

My honored Lord.

Why this it is: see, see,

2.3.981301I have been begging sixteen years in court

2.3.991302(Am yet a courtier beggarly) nor could

2.3.1001303Come pat betwixt too early and too late

2.3.1011304For any suit of pounds. And you, (O, fate)

2.3.1021305A very fresh fish here. Fie, fie, fie upon

2.3.1031306This compelled fortune. Have your mouth filled up

2.3.1041307Before you open it.

This is strange to me.

How tastes it? Is it bitter? Forty pence, no.

2.3.1071310There was a lady once ('tis an old story)

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?

2.3.1131316A thousand pounds a year for pure respect?

2.3.1141317No other obligation? by my life

2.3.1151318That promises mo' thousands! Honor's train

2.3.1161319Is longer than his fore-skirt. By this time

2.3.1171320I know your back will bear a duchess. Say,

2.3.1181321Are you not stronger then you were?

Good Lady,

2.3.1201323Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy

2.3.1211324And leave me out on't. Would I had no being

2.3.1221325If this salute my blood a jot; it faints me

2.3.1231326To think what follows.

2.3.1241327The queen is comfortless and we forgetful

2.3.1251328In our long absence. Pray, do not deliver

2.3.1261329What here y'have heard to her.

What do you think me?