Rosamund, Queen of the Lombards: A Tragedy
ROSAMUND.

Didst thou so answer her?

ALMACHILDES.

ALMACHILDES.

I might not well Answer at all.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

Poor maid, she hath loved amiss. Belike she thought to find in thee a man’s Love.

ALMACHILDES.

ALMACHILDES.

That she hath found; nought meaner than a man’s; No wolfish lust of ravenous insolence To soil and spoil her of her noblest name.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

I do not ask thee what she said. I know.

ALMACHILDES.

ALMACHILDES.

I knew thou didst.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

To make your bridal sure She bade thee make thy bride of her to-night.


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