DARNLEY.
What sort of suit?
QUEEN.
Nay, if you be not friends—
I have no suit towards mine enemies.
DARNLEY.
Eh, do I look now like your enemy?
QUEEN.
You have a way of peering under brow
I do not like. If you see anything
In me that irks you I will painfully
Labor to lose it: do but show me favor,
And as I am your faithful humble wife
This foolishness shall be removed in me.
DARNLEY.
Why do you laugh and mock me with stretched hands?
Faith, I see no such thing.
QUEEN.
That is well seen.
Come, I will take my heart between my lips,
Use it not hardly. Sir, my suit begins;
That you would please to make me that I am,
(In sooth I think I am) mistress and queen
Of mine own people.
DARNLEY.
Why, this is no suit;
This is a simple matter, and your own.
QUEEN.
It was, before God made you king of me.
DARNLEY.
No king, by God's grace; were I such a king
I'd sell my kingdom for six roods of rye.
QUEEN.
You are too sharp upon my words; I would
Have leave of you to free a man condemned.