ALBOVINE.

ALBOVINE.

From thee can I fear nothing. Now I know How high thy heart is, and how true to me.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

Thou knowest it now.

ALBOVINE.

ALBOVINE.

I know not if I should Repent me, or repent not, that I tried A heart so high so sorely—proved so true.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

Do not repent. I would not have thee now Repent.

ALBOVINE.

ALBOVINE.

By Christ, if God forbade it not, I would have said within mine own fool’s heart, Of all vile things that fool the soul of man The vilest and the priestliest hath to name Repentance. Could it blot one hour’s work out, A wise thing and a manful thing it were, And profit were it none for priests to preach. This will I tell thee: what last night befell Rejoices not but irks me.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

Let it not Rejoice nor irk thee. Vex thou not thy soul With any thought thereon, if none may bid thee Rejoice: and that were harsh and hard of heart.

ALBOVINE.

ALBOVINE.

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