Paint plain my poor conceit and make it serve?
I owe that withered woman everything—
Life, fortune, you, remember! Take my part—
Help me to pay her! Stand upon your rights?
You, with my rose, my hands, my heart on you?
Your rights are mine—you have no rights but mine.
Nor. Remain here. How you know me!
Con. Ah, but still—
[He breaks from her; she remains. Dance-music from within.
(Enter the Queen.)