I swear.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

By all our fathers’ great forsaken gods Who smiled on all their battles, and by him Who clomb or crept or leapt upon their throne And signed us Christian, swear it, then.

HILDEGARD.

HILDEGARD.

I swear.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

What if I bid thee give thyself to shame— Yield up thy soul and body—play such parts As shameless fame records of women crowned Imperial in the tale of lust and Rome?

HILDEGARD.

HILDEGARD.

Thou couldst not bid me do it.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

Thou hast sworn.

HILDEGARD.

HILDEGARD.

I have sworn. Queen, I would do it, and die.

ROSAMUND.

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