Dost think that ever I was beautiful,
And these long locks once bound a king to me?
Hen. A king?
La. Alb. Ay, royal John. A king indeed!
Angel to me though devil to the world.
None loved him but his Eleanor,—none, none!
The rest were mistresses unto his throne.
I gave my heart, he took me up to his.
Ah, father, do you think that is my sin?