GUENDOLEN.
My princely cousin, not indeed
Much that might hap at word or will of thine.
CAMBER.
Ay—meanest am I of my father’s seed,
If men misjudge not, cousin; and Locrine
Noblest.
GUENDOLEN.
Should I gainsay their general rede,
My heart would mock me.
CAMBER.
Such a spirit as mine
Being spiritless—my words heartless—mine acts
Faint shadows of Locrine’s or Albanact’s?
GUENDOLEN.
Nay—not so much—I said not so. Say thou
What thou wouldst have—if aught thou wouldst—with me.