Page 481 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Ay, [80]
To keep her chamber.

CLOTEN
There is gold for you,
Sell me your good report.

LADY
How, my good name? or to report of you

What I shall think is good? The princess!
[Exit Lady.]

Enter Imogen.

CLOTEN
Good morrow, fairest: sister, your sweet hand. [85]

IMOGEN
Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much pains
For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give

Is telling you that I am poor of thanks,
And scarce can spare them.

CLOTEN
Still I swear I love you.

IMOGEN
If you but said so, ’twere as deep with me: [90]

If you swear still, your recompense is still
That I regard it not.

CLOTEN
This is no answer.

IMOGEN
But that you shall not say I yield being silent,
I would not speak. I pray you spare me: ’faith