Edward. It is thy beauty that I would enjoy.
Countess. Oh! were it painted, I would wipe it off,
And dispossess myself to give it thee.
But, sov’reign, it is soldered to my life.
Take one and both; for, like an humble shadow,
It haunts the sunshine of my summer’s life.
Edward. But thou mayst lend it me in sport withal.
Countess. As easy may my intellectual soul
Be lent away, and yet my body live,
As lend my body (palace to my soul)