Between me and my pleasure!

AST.
This cause is mine.
Forbear, sir--

SEG.
What, sir mouth-piece, you again?

AST.
My Lord, I waive your insult to myself
In recognition of the dignity
You yet are new to, and that greater still
You look in time to wear. But for this lady--
Whom, if my cousin now, I hope to claim
Henceforth by yet a nearer, dearer name--

SEG.
And what care I? She is my cousin too:
And if you be a Prince--well, am not I
Lord of the very soil you stand upon?
By that, and by that right beside of blood
That like a fiery fountain hitherto
Pent in the rock leaps toward her at her touch,
Mine, before all the cousins in Muscovy!
You call me Prince of Poland, and yourselves
My subjects--traitors therefore to this hour,
Who let me perish all my youth away
Chain'd there among the mountains; till, forsooth,
Terrified at your treachery foregone,