Meg. Your pardon, prince.
I must delay you. I feared your sympathy
Would gird itself 'gainst justice, and took care
To balk escape. [To officer who appears behind him]
Be off with him. You know
Your road. No stop this side Peonia's border.
Cha. Outlawry this! Stop, sir! You will not dare
Kidnap him on this soil!
Meg. [Laughs] Where Hudibrand
Is king?
[Exit officer with LeVal, lower right]
Her. This strains your privilege, my lord.
Cha. His privilege? My God! Did you....
Her. I did.
Meg. No third voice here is cordant. I will leave you.
My thousand times most gracious lady, thanks!
Again I bid you happiest good-night! [Exit]
Her. I am no adder, though your bitter eyes
Give me that name.
Cha. Not bitter. In my heart,
That wrapped you as the South its dearest bud,
There's nothing left to warm the thought of you
Even with my hate. You are the crown, the peak,
The unmeaning top of all to which I'm most
Indifferent. [Turns away]