Yet, if my lord will marry,—if you will, sir,
No remedy, but you will,—give me the office
To choose [you a] queen: she shall not be so young
As was your former; but she shall be such
As, walk'd your first queen's ghost, it should take joy
To see her in your arms.
Leon. My true Paulina,
We shall not marry till thou bid'st us.
Paul. That
Shall be when your first queen's again in breath;