CAMBER.
Would God I might!
GUENDOLEN.
Thou art made of lies and lust—
Earth’s worst is all too good for such to see,
And yet thine eyes turn heavenward—as they must,
Being man’s—if man be such as thou—and soil
The light they see. Thou hast made of me thy spoil,
Thy scorn, thy profit—yea, my whole soul’s plunder
Is all thy trophy, thy triumphal prize
And harvest reaped of thee; nay, trampled under
And rooted up and scattered. Yet the skies
That see thy trophies reared are full of thunder,
And heaven’s high justice loves not lust and lies.
CAMBER.
Ill then should fare thy lord—if heaven be just,
And lies be lies, and lawless love be lust.
GUENDOLEN.
Thou liest. I know my lord and thee. Thou liest.
CAMBER.
If he be true and truth be false, I lie.