Her. Come!
I love you, Chartrien. Let us have an hour
As light as joy, as sweet as peace, and call
Your friend to share it. He shall smile for me.
I vow it, by his most ungentle frown!
Cha. 'Twill take your deepest magic, for his heart
Holds naught that smiles are made of.
Her. Bring him here.
I'll make that heart my wizard bowl and mix
Such sweet and merry potions in 't, his griefs
Must doff their gray for motley. You shall see!
Cha. Art such a witch? [Exit, upper left]
Her. What's this I do? My soul
Leans shameward, but I'll trounce it up. The man,
If innocent, keeps so, untouched and clear.
If he aims darkly, creeps a weaponed hate
Upon my noble father, do I worse
Than cancel so the unwrought half of 's crime,
And make him less a villain?
Bor. May I speak
Against this southward jaunt?
Hud. Loud as you please,
My Bordy, but I go.
Bor. Your Highness makes
Assaria bow too low.
Hud. The State shall have
No name in this. I go as Cordiaz' friend,
Not as Assaria's king. I've interests there
That sort with quiet venture. Give it out
This move in part concerns my health.
Bor. That much
I welcome. You should rest, my lord.