speaks: at length he kisses her suddenly and vehemently, as if he would
grasp her lips with his: she receives it passively, her head thrown
back, her eyes closed.]


Lear:

Goldilocks, when the crown is couching in your hair
And those two mingled golds brighten each other's wonder,
You shall produce a son from flesh unused--
Virgin I chose you for that, first crops are strongest--
A tawny fox with your high-stepping action,
With your untiring power and glittering eyes,
To hold my lands together when I am done,
To keep my lands from crumbling into mouthfuls
For the short jaws of my three mewling vixens.
Hatch for me such a youngster from my seed,
And I and he shall rein my hot-breathed wenches
To let you grind the edges off their teeth.


Gormflaith (shaking her head sadly):

Life holds no more than this for me; this is my hour.
When she is dead I know you'll buy another Queen--
Giving a county for her, gaining a duchy with her--
And put me to wet nursing, leashing me with the thralls.
It will not be unbearable--I've had your love.
Master and friend, grant then this hour to me:
Never again, maybe, can we two sit