Leu. Never, until your grace's pardon raise me.
There's pity in your eye: O, show it, sir.
Say pardon, gracious king; 'tis but a word
And short, but welcome as the breath of life.
King. I'll further hear the manner of this fact.
Avoid the presence—all but the lady;
And come not, till I send.
Pol. I like not this.
[Aside.]
Vir. Nor I; here is mad dancing.
Euph. Heaven bless thy suit, thou mirror of thy sex,
And best example of true constant love,
That in the sea of thy transcendent virtues
Drown'st all thy father's malice, and redeem'st
More in my thoughts than all thy kin can lose!
[Exeunt.
King. Now, lady,
What would you do to save the life of him
You love so dearly?
Leu. I cannot think that thought I would not do.
Lay it in my power, and beyond my power
I would attempt.
King. You would be thankful then to me,
If I should grant his pardon?
Leu. If ever I were thankful to the gods
For all that I call mine: my health and being,
Could I to you be unthankful for a gift
I value more than those, and without which
These blessings were but wearisome?