In rich exchange I tender to thee mine.
Countess. But that your lips were sacred, my good lord,
You would profane the holy name of love.
That love you offer me, you can not give;
For Cæsar owes that tribute to his queen.
That love you beg of me I can not give;
For Sarah owes that duty to her lord.
He that doth clip or counterfeit your stamp
Shall die, my lord; and shall your sacred self
Commit high treason ’gainst the King of Heav’n,