Guendolen monologue (Act 4) — Locrine: A Tragedy

What, is not then thy name Locrine? and hath this boy done ill to thee? Hath he not won him for thy love’s sake fame? Hath he not served thee loyally? is he So much thy son, so little son of mine, That men might call him traitor? May they see The brand across his brow that reddens thine? How shouldst thou dare—how dream—to let him live? Is he not loyal? art not thou Locrine? What less than death for guerdon shouldst thou give My son who hath done thee service? Me thou hast given— Who hast found me truer than falsehood can forgive— Shame for my guerdon: yea, my heart is riven With shame that once I loved thee.