QUEEN.
But will you swear it?
MARY SEYTON.
Swear it, madam?
QUEEN.
Ay—
Swear it.
MARY SEYTON.
Madam, I am not friends with them.
QUEEN.
Swear then against them if you are not friends.
MARY SEYTON.
Indeed I saw them kiss.
QUEEN.
So lovers use—
What, their mouths close? a goodly way of love!
Or but the hands? or on her throat? Prithee—
You have sworn that.
MARY SEYTON.
I say what I saw done.
QUEEN.
Ay, you did see her cheeks (God smite them red!)
Kissed either side? what, they must eat strange food
Those singing lips of his?
MARY SEYTON.
Sweet meat enough—
They started at my coming five yards off,
But there they were.