LOCRINE.

I did not say we spared them.

GUENDOLEN.

GUENDOLEN.

Slay nor spare?

LOCRINE.

LOCRINE.

How if they were not?

GUENDOLEN.

GUENDOLEN.

What albeit they were? Small hurt, meseems, my husband, had it been Though British hands had haled a Scythian queen— If such were found—some woman foul and fierce— To death—or aught we hold for shame’s sake worse.

LOCRINE.

LOCRINE.

For shame’s own sake the hand that should not fear To take such monstrous work upon it here, And did not wither from the wrist, should be Hewn off ere hanging. Wolves or men are we, That thou shouldst question this?

GUENDOLEN.

GUENDOLEN.

Not wolves, but men, Surely: for beasts are loyal.

LOCRINE.

LOCRINE.

Guendolen, What irks thee?

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