I pledge thee, king.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

My lord, I am weary at heart, and fain would sleep. Forgive me That I can sit no more.

ALBOVINE.

ALBOVINE.

What ails thee?

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

Nought. The hot and heavy time of year has bound About my brows a band of iron. Sire, Thou wouldst not see me sink aswoon, and mar The raptures of thy revel.

ALBOVINE.

ALBOVINE.

Get thee hence. Go. God be with thee.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

God abide with thee.

[Exit with attendants.

ALBOVINE.

ALBOVINE.

This is no feast: I will no more of it. Boy, Take note, and tempt not so thy bride, albeit She tempt thee to the trial.

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