I lived, a girl, one happy leisure year:
Let me endeavor to be the Duchess now!
And so,—what news, Sir Guibert, spoke you of? [As they advance a little, and Guibert speaks—
—That gentleman?
Val. [Aside.] I feel her eyes on me.
Gui. [To Valence.] The Duchess, sir, inclines to hear your suit.
Advance! He is from Cleves.
Val. [Coming forward.] [Aside.] Their wrongs—their wrongs!
Duch. And you, sir, are from Cleves? How fresh in mind,
The hour or two I passed at queenly Cleves!