QUEEN.
Ay, you did see her cheeks (God smite them red!)
Kissed either side? what, they must eat strange food
Those singing lips of his?

MARY SEYTON.
Sweet meat enough--
They started at my coming five yards off,
But there they were.

QUEEN.
A maid may have kissed cheeks
And no shame in them--yet one would not swear.
You have sworn that. Pray God he be not mad:
A sickness in his eyes. The left side love
(I was told that) and the right courtesy.
'T is good fools' fashion. What, no more but this?
For me, God knows I am no whit wroth; not I;
But, for your fame's sake that her shame will sting,
I cannot see a way to pardon her--
For your fame's sake, lest that be prated of.

MARY SEYTON.
Nay, if she were not chaste--I have not said
She was not chaste.

QUEEN.
I know you are tender of her;
And your sweet word will hardly turn her sweet.