(V. ii. 83.)
But what of serious and elevated they have in common gains warmth and colour by their mutual delight in much that is neither one nor other. He tells her,
But that your royalty
Holds idleness your subject, I should take you
For idleness itself.
(I. iii. 91.)
And he pays homage to her in every mood:
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom everything becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives