Would God that love, my queen, could give thee this!
GUENDOLEN.
Thou dost not call me wife—nor call’st amiss.
LOCRINE.
What name should serve to stay this fitful strife?
GUENDOLEN.
Thou dost not ill to call me not thy wife.
LOCRINE.
My sister wellnigh wast thou once: and now—
GUENDOLEN.