Herbert—is he, too, free?
Gom. His freedom lies
In his own choice—a boon like thine.
Ed. Thy words
Fall changed and cold upon my boding heart.
Leave not this dim suspense o’ershadowing me;
Let all be told.
Gom. The monarchs of the earth
Shower not their mighty gifts without a claim
Unto some token of true vassalage,