Enter Albovine and Rosamund. Albovine Rosamund ALBOVINE. ALBOVINE. Fly? What should love at height of happiness Or youth at height of honour fear and fly? Would ye take wing for heaven? take shame on earth To wed in peace and honour? ALMACHILDES. ALMACHILDES. No, my king. No, surely. ROSAMUND. ROSAMUND. Weep not, maiden. Dost not thou, Man, that we thought her bridegroom sealed of love, Love her? ALMACHILDES. ALMACHILDES. No saint loved ever God as I Her. ROSAMUND. ROSAMUND. And betray her to shame thou wouldst not? See, My lord, the silent answer flash aloud From cheek and eye a goodly witness. Thou, My maiden, dost thou love not him? Nay, speak. HILDEGARD. HILDEGARD.
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