“O yes, indeed!”
“How can you be his friend and mine?”
“Why, as the bee’s the flower’s friend. I carry messages of love.”
“Does he ask mine of me?”
“Just that, madam—only your love, no more.”
“No more? You say well. Why, truly my love were a little thing to be valued at no more than a man’s base desire.”
“The man is the King, madam. His desire is great like himself.”
“The King is the man, sir, and the man is hateful to me. Will you tell him so, and be indeed my friend?”
“It would serve you ill, madam.”
“Will he force me? Alack! I will kill myself.”