Sire, I cannot say.

LOCRINE.

LOCRINE.

Enough: an hour or half an hour is more Than wrangling words should stuff with barren store. Comfort may’st thou bring to her, if I may none, When all her father quickens in her son. In Cornish warfare if thou win thee praise, Thine shall men liken to thy grandsire’s days.

GUENDOLEN.

GUENDOLEN.

To Cornwall must he fare and fight for thee?

LOCRINE.

LOCRINE.

If heart be his—and if thy will it be.

GUENDOLEN.

GUENDOLEN.

What is my will worth more than wind or foam?

LOCRINE.

LOCRINE.

Why, leave is thine to hold him here at home.

GUENDOLEN.

GUENDOLEN.

What power is mine to speed him or to stay?

LOCRINE.

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