HEL. Though I be old, I need no spur, my lord; honour pricks me. I do beseech your majesty, look cheerful, You shall not want content, if it be lock'd In any blood of mine; the key's your own, You shall command the wards. TYR. Say'st thou so, sir? I were ungrateful, then, should I see thee Want power, that provides content for me. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter_ L. ANSELMUS, _the deposed King's brother,_ _with his friend_ VOTARIUS. VOT. Pray, sir, confine your thoughts and excuse me, Methinks the depos'd king your brother's sorrow, Should find you business enough. ANS. How, Votarius! Sorrow for him? weak ignorance talks not like thee. Why, he was never happier. VOT. Pray, prove that, sir. ANS. He's lost the kingdom, but his mind's restor'd; Which is the larger empire? prythee, tell me: Dominions have their limits; the whole earth Is but a prisoner, as[455] the sea her jailor, That with a silver hoop locks in her body. They're fellow-prisoners, though the sea looks bigger, Because it is in office; and pride swells him. But the unbounded kingdom of the mind Is as unlimitable as heav'n, that glorious court of spirits. Sir, if thou lov'st me, turn thine eye to me, And look not after him that needs thee not: My brother's well-attended; peace and pleasure Are never from his sight; he has his mistress. She brought those servants, and bestow'd them on him; But who brings mine? VOT. Had you not both long since By a kind worthy lady, your chaste wife? ANS. That's it that I take pains with thee to be sure of. What true report can I send to my soul Of that I know not? We must only think Our ladies are good people, and so live with 'em: A fine security for them! our own thoughts Make the best fools of us: next to them, our wives. But say she's all chaste, yet is that her goodness? What labour is't for woman to keep constant, That's never tried or tempted? Where's her fight? The war's within her breast, her honest anger Against the impudence of flesh and hell: So let me know the lady of my rest, Or I shall never sleep well; give not me The thing that is thought good, but what's approv'd so. So wise men choose. O, what a lazy virtue Is chastity in a woman, if no sin Should lay temptation to't! prythee, set to her, And bring my peace along with thee.