Queen monologue (Act 4) — Chastelard, a Tragedy

Ay? Why then the thing is piteous. Think, for God's sake-- Is there no loving way to fetch him forth? Nay, what a white thin-blooded thing is love, To help no more than this doth! Were I in love, I would unbar the ways to-night and then Laugh death to death to-morrow, mock him dead; I think you love well with one half your heart, And let fear keep the other. Hark you now, You said there was some friend durst break my bars-- Some Scotch name--faith, as if I wist of it! Ye have such heavy wits to help one with-- Some man that had some mean to save him by-- Tush, I must be at pains for you!