Is mine, my lord; mine, if a two years’ suit
Of unremitted love not unreturn’d
Should make her mine; which mine beyond dispute
Would long ere this have made her, had not I
How many a golden opportunity
Lost from my love to spend it on my Prince!
And this is my reward! Oh, knew I not
How the ill star that rules my destiny
Might of itself dispose the gracious Prince,
Who call’d me for his friend from infancy,