ROB. Why, by mine honour, and Prince Richard saith,
Your brother Gloster shall have liberty,
Upon condition you release a prisoner,
That you have long held in captivity.
LADY F. I have no prisoner.
ROB. Yes, a world of eyes
Your beauty in a willing bondage ties.
LADY F. Go to, you are dispos'd to jest, my lord.
ROB. In earnest, I must be an earnest suitor
To you for love; yet you must be my tutor.
LADY F. Are you in love?
ROB. I dearly love Prince Richard.
LADY F. Then do you love the loveliest man alive,
The princeliest person of King Henry's sons.
ROB. I like this well. [Aside.
LADY F. He is virtuous in his mind, his body fair;
His deeds are just, his speeches debonair.