Ashamed! You—you—that in my bitter grief
When Rosamund—
ROBIN
I know! I thought your woes,
Those tawdry relics of your treacheries,
Wrongs quite unparalleled. I would have fought
Roland himself to prove you spotless then.
ELINOR
Oh, you speak thus to me! Robin, beware!
I have come to you, I have trampled on my pride,
Set all on this one cast! If you should now
Reject me, humble me to the dust before
That girl, beware! I never forget, I warn you;
I never forgive.
ROBIN
Are you so proud of that?
ELINOR
Ah, well, forgive me, Robin. I'll save you yet
From all these troubles of your outlawry!
Trust me—for I can wind my poor Prince John
Around my little finger. Who knows—with me
To help you—there are but my two sons' lives
That greatly hinder it—why, yourself might reign
Upon the throne of England.
ROBIN