HILDEGARD. HILDEGARD. The queen would wait upon your majesty. ALBOVINE. ALBOVINE. Bid her come in. And tell her ere she come I wait upon her will. [Exit Hildegard.] Hildegard What would she now? Enter Rosamund. Rosamund By Christ, how fair thou art! I never saw thee So like the sun in heaven: no rose on earth Might think to match thee. ROSAMUND. ROSAMUND. All I am is thine. ALBOVINE. ALBOVINE. Mine? God might come from heaven to worship thee. Thine eyes outlighten all the stars: thy face Leaves earth no flower to worship. ROSAMUND. ROSAMUND.
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