ALMACHILDES.

ALMACHILDES.

Queen and king, I have done no wrong, but right. I have chosen my bride, And made her mine by gentle grace of hers Lest wrong should come between us. Now no man May think to unwed us: king nor queen may cross This wedded love of ours: no thwart or stay May sunder us till heaven and earth turn hell.

ALBOVINE.

ALBOVINE.

I deemed not thee dishonourable: and thy queen Now knows thee true as I did. Rosamund, Forgive and give him back his bride.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

I will, King.

ALBOVINE.

ALBOVINE.

Boy, thy queen hath shown thee grace; be thou Thankful. I leave thee here to yield her thanks.

[Exit.

ALMACHILDES.

ALMACHILDES.

Queen, I would die to serve and thank thee.

ROSAMUND.

ROSAMUND.

Die? So young and glad and glorious? Thou shalt not Die. Was thy bride’s face bright to look upon When last night’s moon and stars illumined it?

ALMACHILDES.

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