CAMBER.

Such a spirit as mine
Being spiritless--my words heartless--mine acts
Faint shadows of Locrine's or Albanact's?

GUENDOLEN.

Nay--not so much--I said not so. Say thou
What thou wouldst have--if aught thou wouldst--with me.

CAMBER.

No man might see thine eyes and lips and brow
Who would not--what he durst not crave of thee.

GUENDOLEN.

Ay, verily? And thy spirit exalts thee now
So high that these thy words fly forth so free,
And fain thine act would follow--flying above
Shame's reach and fear's? What gift may this be? Love?
Or liking? or compassion?

CAMBER.

Take not thus
Mine innocent words amiss, nor wrest awry
Their piteous purpose toward thee.