ACT III.
2. SCENE II. The palace.
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LADY GREY.
Why, then, I will do what your grace commands.
GLOSTER.
He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble.
CLARENCE.
As red as fire! nay, then her wax must melt.
LADY GREY.
Why stops my lord? shall I not hear my task?
KING EDWARD.
An easy task; 't is but to love a king.
LADY GREY.
That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.
KING EDWARD.
Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.
LADY GREY.
I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
GLOSTER.
The match is made; she seals it with a curtsy.
KING EDWARD.
But stay thee; 't is the fruits of love I mean.
LADY GREY.
The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
KING EDWARD.
Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
What love, thinkst thou, I sue so much to get?
LADY GREY.
My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
That love which virtue begs, and virtue grants.
KING EDWARD.
No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
LADY GREY.
Why, then, you mean not as I thought you did.
KING EDWARD.
But now you partly may perceive my mind.
LADY GREY.
My mind will never grant what I perceive
Your Highness aims at, if I aim aright.
KING EDWARD.
To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
LADY GREY.
To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
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