Sir, since the day
That you left me with my master
In Diana's grove, and I
Had with that divinest charmer
To leave him, no eye has seen him.
Love alone knows how it mads me.
Claudius.
Of your loyalty I doubt not.
Escarpin.
Loyalty 's a different matter,
'T is not wholly that.
Claudius.
What then?
Escarpin.
Dark suspicions, dismal fancies,
That perhaps to live with her
He lies hid within those gardens.
Claudius.
If I could imagine that,
I, Escarpin, would be gladdened
Rather than depressed.
Escarpin.