Re-enter Servant with Marmoutiere, and exit.
Starting back.] Is't possible? I dare not trust my eyes!
You are not Marmoutiere?
Mar. What am I then?
Gui. Why, any thing but she:
What should the mistress of a king do here?
Mar. Find him, who would be master of a king.
Gui. I sent not for you, madam.
Mar. I think, my lord, the king sent not for you.
Gui. Do you not fear, your visit will be known?
Mar. Fear is for guilty men, rebels, and traitors:
Where'er I go, my virtue is my guard.
Gui. What devil has sent thee here to plague my soul?
O that I could detest thee now as much
As ever I have loved, nay, even as much
As yet, in spite of all thy crimes, I love!
But 'tis a love so mixt with dark despair,
The smoke and soot smother the rising flame,
And make my soul a furnace. Woman, woman,
What can I call thee more? if devil, 'twere less.
Sure, thine's a race was never got by Adam,
But Eve played false, engendering with the serpent,
Her own part worse than his.