For love and life, since there's no life for me
Without thy love? O, you will go with me!
Leave thy ungrateful king to wed at will——
Kent. Leave Glaia to the king? The thought is flame!
Mar. [Standing before him, suddenly tense]
Who is this maiden that you guard as she
Were the one drop of blood that in your heart
Makes living centre? Who?
Kent. [After a pause] You heard my answer.
Mar. Ay, to the king, but not to me—thyself—