(Enter Clifford, L.)
Speaks he not?
Or does he wait for orders to unfold
His business? Stopped his business till I spoke,
I’d hold my peace forever!
(Clifford kneels, presenting a letter.)
Does he kneel?
A lady am I to my heart’s content!
Could he unmake me that which claims his knee,
I’d kneel to him,—I would, I would! Your will?