Eyes and heart and sense are mine As weak and strong as woman’s can but be; As weak in strength and strong in weakness. Men, Being wise, and mightier than their mates on earth, Need no such knowledge born of inborn pain As quickens all the spirit of sense in us. Worms know what eagles know not. ALBOVINE. Like enough. Rede me no redes and riddles. Never yet I have loved thee more, and yet I have loved thee well, Than now that loving-kindness borne toward love Makes thee so gracious, pleading for it. ROSAMUND. Love Sees all things lovely: thine, if praise there be, Not mine the praise is: thee, not me, these twain Must love and worship as their lord of love. ALBOVINE. Well, God be good to them and thee and me! I would this fierce Italian June were dead, So hard it weighs upon me. ROSAMUND. Now not long Shall we sustain or sink aswoon from it: It has but left a day or two to die. ALBOVINE. And well were that, if summer died with June. Two red months more must set on sense and soul The branding-iron stamped of summer: nay, The sea is here no sea to cherish man: It brings no choral comfort back with tides That surge and sink and swell and chime and change And lighten life with music where the breath Dies and revives of night and day. ROSAMUND. Be thou Content: a God hath driven us hither. ALBOVINE. Yea: A God of death and fire and strife, whose hand Is heavy on my spirit. Be not ye Troubled, if peace be with you. ROSAMUND. Peace to thee. [_Exit_ ALBOVINE. Now follow: smite him now: thou art strong, but yet Thy king is stronger—mightier thewed than thou. Thou couldst not slay him in fight. ALMACHILDES. I cannot slay him Thus. ROSAMUND. Canst thou slay thy bride by fire? He dies, Or she dies, bound against the stake. His death Were the easier. Follow him: save her: strike but once. ALMACHILDES. I cannot. God requite thee this! I will. [_Exit_. ROSAMUND. And I will see it. And, father, thou shalt see. [_Exit_. ACT V. _The Banqueting-hall_. _Enter_ ALBOVINE _and_ ROSAMUND. ALBOVINE.