Page 848 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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Why then, thy husband’s lands I freely give thee. [55]
LADY GREY
I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
GLOUCEST ER
[aside to Clarence]
The match is made: she seals it with a curtsy.
[Lady Grey turns to go.]
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. [60]
What love think’st 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. [65]
KING EDWARD
But now you partly may perceive my mind.
LADY GREY
My mind will never grant what I perceive
Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.
KING EDWARD
To tell thee plain I aim to lie with thee.
