I wonder much if he will love me Unid?

Unid. In sooth he must, my lady, be he noble.

Though he never saw thee, who but heard

Of all thy charms, my Princess Guinevere,

Could help but love thee when he seeth thy face?

Guin. ’Tis in my mind to sound his manner, Unid.

To take him treacherous and unawares.

I like not much this way of wedding maids,

In cruel blindness of their coming fate.

This marriage savoreth much of state affairs,

Even o’er much to please my noble fancy.

I would me much to see this royal lover,

And know with mine own senses if he loves

With that intense delight and warmth of feeling,

With which poor Darby freely weddeth Joan.

Though I be all a queen I be a woman,

With all the thoughts and instincts of a woman.

[Pg 24]

[Pg 24]

Unid. What would’st thou do, my lady?

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