Thier. Say, the kingdom
May from a womans Will receive a blessing,
The King and kingdom, not a private safety.
A general blessing, Lady.
Ordel. A general curse
Light on her heart, denies it.
Thier. Full of honor;
And such examples as the former ages
Were but dim shadows of, and empty figures.
Ordel. You strangely stir me, Sir, and were my weakness
In any other flesh but modest womans,
You should not ask more questions, may I do it?
Thier. You may, and which is more, you must.
Ordel. I joy in't,
Above a moderate gladness, Sir, you promise
It shall be honest.
Thier. As ever time discover'd.
Ordel. Let it be what it may then, what it dare,
I have a mind will hazard it.
Thier. But hark ye,
What may that woman merit, makes this blessing!
Ordel. Only her duty, Sir.