Lys. Yet all my pride, designs, and my ambition, Were taught me by a master, With whom you are not unacquainted, madam.
Queen. Explain yourself; dark purposes, like yours, Need an interpretation.
Lys. 'Tis love, I mean.
Queen. Have my low fortunes given thee This insolence, to name it to thy queen?
Lys. Yet you have heard, love named without offence. As much below you as you think my passion, I can look down on yours.
Queen. Does he know it too! This is the extremest malice of my stars! [Aside.
Lys. You see that princes' faults,
(Howe'er they think them safe from public view)
Fly out thro the dark crannies of their closets:
We know what the sun does,
Even when we see him not, in t'other world.
Queen. My actions, cousin, never feared the light.
Lys. Produce him, then, your darling of the dark. For such an one you have.
Queen. I know no such.