LADY GREY.
That’s soon performed, because I am a subject.
KING EDWARD.
Why, then, thy husband’s lands I freely give thee.
LADY GREY.
I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
RICHARD.
[Aside to George.] The match is made; she seals it with a curtsy.
KING EDWARD.
But stay thee; ’tis the fruits of love I mean.
LADY GREY.
The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
KING EDWARD.
Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
What love, thinkst thou, I sue so much to get?
LADY GREY.
My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
That love which virtue begs, and virtue grants.
KING EDWARD.
No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
LADY GREY.
Why, then, you mean not as I thought you did.