But more, more, more;--why, Malicorn!--again?
I thought a look, with us, had been a language;
I'll talk my mind on any point but this
By glances;--ha! not yet? thou mak'st me blush
At thy delay; why, man, 'tis more than life,
Ambition, or a crown[12].

_Mal._ What, Marmoutiere?

_Gui._ Ay, there a general's heart beat like a drum!
Quick, quick! my reins, my back, and head and breast
Ache, as I'd been a horse-back forty hours.

_Mal._ She has seen the king.

_Gui._ I thought she might. A trick upon me; well.

_Mal._ Passion o' both sides.

_Gui._ His, thou meanest.

_Mal._ On hers.
Down on her knees.

_Gui._ And up again; no matter.

_Mal._ Now all in tears, now smiling, sad at parting.

_Gui._ Dissembled, for she told me this before;
'Twas all put on, that I might hear and rave.