Rosamund, Queen of the Lombards: A Tragedy
ALMACHILDES.

Never.

ALBOVINE.

ALBOVINE.

I would not say thou liest.

ALMACHILDES.

ALMACHILDES.

Do not: the lie should burn thy lips up, king.

ALBOVINE.

ALBOVINE.

Thou hast wrought no wrong toward man or woman?

ALMACHILDES.

ALMACHILDES.

None.

ALBOVINE.

ALBOVINE.

Speak thou: thou hast heard him answer me.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

I have heard. No wrong it may be with the serfs of hell To cast upon a woman for a curse Shame: to defile the spirit and shrine of love, Put out the sunlike eyes of maidenhood And leave the soul dismantled. Has not he So sinned?—Hast thou wrought no such work as this? The king has heard thy silence.


 Prev. P 34/59 next 
Back Top
Privacy Statement Terms of Service Contact