CAMBER. Nay—I trust— Man. GUENDOLEN. And hast heart to make thy spoil of me? CAMBER. Would God I might! GUENDOLEN. Thou art made of lies and lust— Earth’s worst is all too good for such to see, And yet thine eyes turn heavenward—as they must, Being man’s—if man be such as thou—and soil The light they see. Thou hast made of me thy spoil, Thy scorn, thy profit—yea, my whole soul’s plunder Is all thy trophy, thy triumphal prize And harvest reaped of thee; nay, trampled under And rooted up and scattered. Yet the skies That see thy trophies reared are full of thunder, And heaven’s high justice loves not lust and lies. CAMBER. Ill then should fare thy lord—if heaven be just, And lies be lies, and lawless love be lust. GUENDOLEN. Thou liest. I know my lord and thee. Thou liest. CAMBER. If he be true and truth be false, I lie. GUENDOLEN. Thou art lowest of all men born—while he sits highest. CAMBER. Ay—while he sits. How long shall he sit high? GUENDOLEN. If I but whisper him of thee, thou diest. CAMBER. I fear not, if till then secure am I. GUENDOLEN. Secure as fools are hardy live thou still. CAMBER. While ill with good is guerdoned, good with ill. GUENDOLEN. I have it in my mind to take thine head. Dost thou not fear to put me thus in fear? CAMBER. I fear nor man nor woman, quick nor dead: And dead in spirit already stand’st thou here. GUENDOLEN. Thou darest not swear my lord hath wronged my bed. Thou darest but smile and mutter, lie and leer. CAMBER. I swear no queen bore ever crown on brow Who meeklier bore a heavier wrong than thou. GUENDOLEN. From thee will I bear nothing. Get thee hence: Thine eyes defile me. Get thee from my sight. CAMBER. The gods defend thee, soul and spirit and sense, From sense of things thou darest not read aright! Farewell. [_Exit_. GUENDOLEN. Fare thou not well, and be defence Far from thy soul cast naked forth by night! Hate rose from hell a liar: love came divine From heaven: yet she that bore thee bore Locrine. [_Exit_. ACT III.