Count monologue (Act 6) — Becket and other plays

(_impetuously_) Why then the dying of my noble bird Hath served me better than her living--then [_Takes diamonds from table_. These diamonds are both yours and mine--have won Their value again--beyond all markets--there I lay them for the first time round your neck. [_Lays necklace round her neck_. And then this chaplet--No more feuds, but peace, Peace and conciliation! I will make Your brother love me. See, I tear away The leaves were darken'd by the battle-- [_Pulls leaves off and throws them down_. --crown you Again with the same crown my Queen of Beauty. [_Places wreath on her head_. Rise--I could almost think that the dead garland Will break once more into the living blossom. Nay, nay, I pray you rise. [_Raises her with both hands_. We two together Will help to heal your son--your son and mine-- We shall do it--we shall do it. [_Embraces her_. The purpose of my being is accomplish'd, And I am happy!