ROSAMUND. If thou wilt, Gladly. ALBOVINE. ALBOVINE. The boy shall wait upon thy will. [Exit. ROSAMUND. ROSAMUND. My heart is heavier than this heat that weighs With all the weight of June on us. I know not Why. And the feast is close on us. I would This night were now to-morrow morn. I know not Why. Enter Almachildes. Almachildes Ah! What would you? ALMACHILDES. ALMACHILDES. Queen, our lord the king Bade me before thee hither. ROSAMUND. ROSAMUND. Truth: I know it. Thou art loved and honoured of our lord the king. Dost thou, whom honour loves before thy time, Love? ALMACHILDES. ALMACHILDES.
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