Fetch hither Darnley. Nay, ye gape on me-- What, doth he sleep, or feeds, or plays at games? Why, I would see him; I am weary for his sake; Bid my lord in.-Nathless he will but chide; Nay, fleer and laugh: what should one say to him? There were some word if one could hit on it; Some way to close with him: I wot not.-Sir, [Enter DARNLEY.] Please it your love I have a suit to you. DARNLEY. What sort of suit? QUEEN. Nay, if you be not friends-- I have no suit towards mine enemies. DARNLEY. Eh, do I look now like your enemy? QUEEN. You have a way of peering under brow I do not like. If you see anything In me that irks you I will painfully Labor to lose it: do but show me favor, And as I am your faithful humble wife This foolishness shall be removed in me. DARNLEY. Why do you laugh and mock me with stretched hands? Faith, I see no such thing. QUEEN. That is well seen. Come, I will take my heart between my lips, Use it not hardly. Sir, my suit begins; That you would please to make me that I am, (In sooth I think I am) mistress and queen Of mine own people. DARNLEY. Why, this is no suit; This is a simple matter, and your own. QUEEN. It was, before God made you king of me. DARNLEY. No king, by God's grace; were I such a king I'd sell my kingdom for six roods of rye. QUEEN. You are too sharp upon my words; I would Have leave of you to free a man condemned. DARNLEY. What man is that, sweet? QUEEN. Such a mad poor man As God desires us use not cruelly. DARNLEY. Is there no name a man may call him by? QUEEN. Nay, my fair master, what fair game is this? Why, you do know him, it is Chastelard. DARNLEY. Ay, is it soothly? QUEEN. By my life, it is; Sweet, as you tender me, so pardon him. DARNLEY. As he doth tender you, so pardon me; For if it were the mean to save my life He should not live a day. QUEEN. Nay, shall not he? DARNLEY. Look what an evil wit old Fortune hath: Why, I came here to get his time cut off. This second fault is meat for lewd men's mouths; You were best have him slain at once: 'tis hot. QUEEN. Give me the warrant, and sit down, my lord. Why, I will sign it; what, I understand How this must be. Should not my name stand here? DARNLEY. Yea, there, and here the seal. QUEEN. Ay, so you say. Shall I say too what I am thinking of? DARNLEY. Do, if you will. QUEEN. I do not like your suit. DARNLEY. 'Tis of no Frenchman fashion. QUEEN. No, God wot; 'Tis nowise great men's fashion in French land To clap a headsman's taberd on their backs. DARNLEY. No, madam? QUEEN. No; I never wist of that. Is it a month gone I did call you lord? I chose you by no straying stroke of sight, But with my heart to love you heartily. Did I wrong then? did mine eye draw my heart? I know not; sir, it may be I did wrong: And yet to love you; and would choose again, Against to choose you.