To doubt is madness, yet 'tis not despair,
And that may be my lot.

IV:2:13 SIDO.
The palace gardens
Are closed, except to master-keys. Here's one,
My office gives it me, and it can count
Few brethren. You will be alone.

IV:2:14 COUN.
Alas!
I dare not hope so.

IV:2:15 SIDO.
Well, well, think of this;
Yet take the key.

IV:2:16 COUN.
O that it would unlock
The heart now closed to me! To watch his ways
Was once my being. Shall I prove the spy
Of joys I may not share? I will not take
That fatal key.

IV:2:17 SIDO.
'Tis well; I pray you, pardon
My ill-timed zeal.

IV:2:18 COUN.
Indeed, I should be grateful
That one should wish to serve me. Can it be?
'Tis not two months, two little, little months,
You crossed this threshold first; Ah! gentle air,
And we were all so gay! What have I done?
What is all this? so sudden and so strange?
It is not true, I feel it is not true;
'Tis factious care that clouds his brow, and calls
For all this timed absence. His brain's busy
With the State. Is't not so? I prithee speak,
And say you think it.

IV:2:19 SIDO.
You should know him well;
And if you deem it so, why I should deem
The inference just.

IV:2:20 COUN.
Yet if he were not there,
How happy I should sleep! there is no peril;
The garden's near; and is there shame? 'Tis love
Makes me a lawful spy. He'll not be there,
And then there is no prying.

IV:2:21 SIDO.
Near at hand,
Crossing the way that bounds your palace court,
There is a private portal.

IV:2:22 COUN.
If I go,
He will not miss me. Ah, I would he might!
So very near; no, no; I cannot go;
And yet I'l