When you poured forth the wrongs of Cleves,—I said,
—Thought, that is, afterward ...
Val. You thought of me?
Duch. Of whom else? Only such great cause, I thought,
For such effect: see what true love can do!
Cleves is his love. I almost fear to ask
... And will not. This is idling: to our work!
Admit before the Prince, without reserve,
My claims misgrounded; then may follow better
... When you poured out Cleves' wrongs impetuously,