ROSAMUND. No. Thou hast no enemy left on earth alive— No soul unslain that hates thee. ALBOVINE. ALBOVINE. That were much. What man may say it? and least of all may kings. ROSAMUND. ROSAMUND. What hast thou done that man should hate thee—man Or woman? ALBOVINE. ALBOVINE. Which of us may answer, Nought? ROSAMUND. ROSAMUND. Thou might’st have made me—me, my father’s child— Harlot and slave: thou hast made me wife and queen. ALBOVINE. ALBOVINE. Thee have I loved; ay, and myself in thee, Who hast made me more than king and lord, being thine. ROSAMUND. ROSAMUND. Courtesy sets on kings a goldener crown That sits upon them seemlier.
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