Oh, I am very old now, am I not?
Not so! it is true and it shall be true!
Con. Tell it me: let me judge if true or false.
Queen. Ah, but I fear you! you will look at me
And say, "she 's old, she 's grown unlovely quite
Who ne'er was beauteous: men want beauty still."
Well, so I feared—the curse! so I felt sure!
Con. Be calm. And now you feel not sure, you say?
Queen. Constance, he came,—the coming was not strange—
Do not I stand and see men come and go?