Thine?
LOCRINE.
Thy son’s may serve thee, though thou mock at mine.
GUENDOLEN.
Ay—when he comes again from Cornwall.
LOCRINE.
Nay;
If now his absence irk thee, bid him stay.
GUENDOLEN.
I will not—yea, I would not, though I might.
Go, child: God guard and grace thine hand in fight!
MADAN.