Before the world, to have him in that guise!”
“Thou strumpet! wilt thou have me of his prize
“Rob Satan?” cried the Queen, and one step moved.
“Queen, if you loved him, save me from your bane,
As something that was dear to him you loved!”
Then from beneath her serge she took the chain
Which, long ago in that lone wood, the Prince
Hung round her,—she had never loosed it since,—
And gave therewith the face which, in its years
Of youthful, sunniest grace, a limner drew;