CHASTELARD. I know not: it may be If I had set mine eyes to find that out, I should not know it. She hath fair eyes: may be I love her for sweet eyes or brows or hair, For the smooth temples, where God touching her Made blue with sweeter veins the flower-sweet white Or for the tender turning of her wrist, Or marriage of the eyelid with the cheek; I cannot tell; or flush of lifting throat, I know not if the color get a name This side of heaven-no man knows; or her mouth, A flower's lip with a snake's lip, stinging sweet, And sweet to sting with: face that one would see And then fall blind and die with sight of it Held fast between the eyelids-oh, all these And all her body and the soul to that, The speech and shape and hand and foot and heart That I would die of-yea, her name that turns My face to fire being written-I know no whit How much I love them. MARY BEATON. Nor how she loves you back? CHASTELARD. I know her ways of loving, all of them: A sweet soft way the first is; afterward It burns and bites like fire; the end of that, Charred dust, and eyelids bitten through with smoke. MARY BEATON. What has she done for you to gird at her? CHASTELARD. Nothing. You do not greatly love her, you, Who do not-gird, you call it. I am bound to France; Shall I take word from you to any one? So it be harmless, not a gird, I will. MARY BEATON. I doubt you will not go hence with your life. CHASTELARD. Why, who should slay me? No man northwards born, In my poor mind; my sword's lip is no maid's To fear the iron biting of their own, Though they kiss hard for hate's sake. MARY BEATON. Lo you, sir, How sharp he whispers, what close breath and eyes-- And here are fast upon him, do you see? CHASTELARD. Well, which of these must take my life in hand? Pray God it be the better: nay, which hand? MARY BEATON. I think, none such. The man is goodly made; She is tender-hearted toward his courtesies, And would not have them fall too low to find. Look, they slip forth. [Exeunt DARNLEY and MARY HAMILTON.] MARY SEYTON. For love's sake, after them, And soft as love can. [Exeunt MARY CARMICHAEL and MARY SEYTON.] CHASTELARD. True, a goodly man. What shapeliness and state he hath, what eyes, Brave brow and lordly lip! Were it not fit Great queens should love him?