DARNLEY.
I would do you ease;
Let me stay here.
QUEEN.
Nay, will you go, my lord?
DARNLEY.
Eh? would you use me as a girl does fruit,
Touched with her mouth and pulled away for game
To look thereon ere her lips feed? but see,
By God, I fare the worse for you.
QUEEN.
Fair sir,
Give me this hour to watch with and say prayers;
You have not faith-it needs me to say prayers,
That with commending of this deed to God
I may get grace for it.
DARNLEY.
Why, lacks it grace?
Is not all wedlock gracious of itself?
QUEEN.
Nay, that I know not of. Come, sweet, be hence.
DARNLEY.
You have a sort of jewel in your neck
That's like mine here.
QUEEN.
Keep off your hands and go:
You have no courtesy to be a king.
DARNLEY.
Well, I will go: nay, but I thwart you not.
Do as you will, and get you grace; farewell,
And for my part, grace keep this watch with me!
For I need grace to bear with you so much.
[Exit.]