A royal bride. We like you better for it,
But she may like you less. Give her a word.
Oc. O, fairest woman that ever made the earth
More sweet and beauteous to live upon,
You'll find in me a true and gentle lord.
These tears I'll teach to run a smiling race
And in a happy death forget their birth.
[Attempts to embrace her]
Ara. Open the prisons, call some convict forth,
And I will wed him, but not you! These lords