Berth. And what, sirs, please you, may this prattle mean
Unless to prove with what alacrity
You give your lady's secrets to the world?
How much indebted, for discovering
That quality, you make me, will be found
When there 's a keeper for my own to seek.
Courtiers. "Our lady?"
Berth. —She assuredly remains.
Duch. Ah, Prince—and you too can be generous?
You could renounce your power, if this were so,