ALBOVINE. Has the boy Transgressed again in awless heat of speech And kindled wrath in thee against him—thee, Who stood’st between my wrath and him? ROSAMUND. I would His were no more transgression than of speech. He hath wronged—I bid thee ask of me no more— A noble maiden. Till her shame be healed, Her name is dead upon my lips and his, Who is yet not all ignoble. ALBOVINE. He shall die Except he wed her, and she will to wed. ROSAMUND. That surely will she. ALBOVINE. Bid him hither. ROSAMUND. See, There strides he through the sunshine toward the shade. How light and high he steps! He sees thee. Bid him— Beckon him in. ALBOVINE. He knows mine eye. He comes. ROSAMUND. Obedient as a hound is. ALBOVINE. As a man That knows the law of loyal manhood. ROSAMUND. Ay? God send it be so. _Enter_ ALMACHILDES. ALMACHILDES. Queen and king, I am here. What would you? ALBOVINE. Truth. Hast thou not borne thyself Toward any soul on earth disloyally Ever? ALMACHILDES. Never. ALBOVINE. I would not say thou liest. ALMACHILDES. Do not: the lie should burn thy lips up, king. ALBOVINE. Thou hast wrought no wrong toward man or woman? ALMACHILDES. None. ALBOVINE. Speak thou: thou hast heard him answer me. ROSAMUND. I have heard. No wrong it may be with the serfs of hell To cast upon a woman for a curse Shame: to defile the spirit and shrine of love, Put out the sunlike eyes of maidenhood And leave the soul dismantled. Has not he So sinned?—Hast thou wrought no such work as this? The king has heard thy silence. ALMACHILDES. Queen and king, I have done no wrong, but right. I have chosen my bride, And made her mine by gentle grace of hers Lest wrong should come between us. Now no man May think to unwed us: king nor queen may cross This wedded love of ours: no thwart or stay May sunder us till heaven and earth turn hell. ALBOVINE. I deemed not thee dishonourable: and thy queen Now knows thee true as I did. Rosamund, Forgive and give him back his bride. ROSAMUND. I will, King. ALBOVINE.