TYR. Your lordship lies; Here comes the kingdom's father. Who amongst you Dares say this worthy man has not made speed? I would fain hear that fellow! SOPH. I'll not be he; I like the standing of my head too well To have it mended! TYR. Thy sight quickens me. I find a better health when thou art present, Than all times else can bring me. Is the answer As pleasing as thyself? HEL. Of what, my lord? TYR. Of what? fie now! He did not say so, did he? SOPH. O, no, my lord, not he; he spoke no such word. I'll say, as he would have't, for I'd be loth To have my body used like butchers' meat. [_Aside._ TYR. When comes she to our bed? HEL. Who, my lord? TYR. Hark! You heard that plain amongst you? SOPH. O my lord, as plain as my wife's tongue, That drowns a saunce bell.[463] Let me alone to lay about for honour: I'll shift for one. TYR. When comes the lady, sir, That Govianus keeps? HEL. Why, that's my daughter! TYR. O, is it so! Have you unlock'd your memory? What says she to us? HEL. Nothing. TYR. How thou tempt'st us! What didst thou say to her, being sent from us? HEL. More than was honest, yet it was but little. TYR. How cruelly thou work'st upon our patience, Saving advantage, 'cause thou art her father! But be not bold too far; if duties leave thee, Kespect will fall from us. HEL. Have I kept life So long, till it looks white upon my head; Been threescore years a courtier; and a flatterer Not above threescore hours, which time's reputed Amongst my greatest follies; and am I at these days Fit for no place but bawd to mine own flesh? You'll prefer all your old courtiers to good services. If your lust keep but hot some twenty winters, We are like to have a virtuous world of wives, Daughters and sisters, besides kinswomen And cousin-germans remov'd up and down, Where'er you please to have 'em! Are white hairs A colour fit for panders and flesh-brokers, Which are the honour'd ornaments of age, To which e'en kings owe reverence, as they're men. And greater in their goodness than their greatness? And must I take my pay all in base money? I was a lord born, set by all court grace: And am I thrust now to a squire's place?