I mar no fortune, and coerce no conscience.
There is a fascination—all have felt it—
When Royalty and Woman join in one:
Austere allegiance softening into love;
And new-born fealty clinging to the heart,
Like a young babe that front its mother’s bosom
Looks up and smiles.”
(Here let us ask, if these lines we have italicized were quoted anonymously, who would not take them for Shakspere’s?)
“Brett. Trust me, I am much minded
To join her even yet.