ALBOVINE. By this time hath he thanked thee not enough? ROSAMUND. ROSAMUND. More hath he given than thanks. ALBOVINE. ALBOVINE. What more may be? ROSAMUND. ROSAMUND. His plighted faith to heal the wrong he wrought Faithfully. ALBOVINE. ALBOVINE. Boy, strike then thy hand in mine. Thou art loyal as I knew thee. ALMACHILDES. ALMACHILDES. King, I may not Touch hands with thee. ALBOVINE. ALBOVINE. Thou art false, then, ha? Thou hast lied?
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