Enter Sabrina.
SABRINA.
Sire! O sire,
See what fresh flowers—you knew not these before—
The spring has brought, to serve my heart’s desire,
Forth of the river’s barren bed! no more
Will I rebuke these banks for sterile sloth
When spring restores the woodlands. By my troth,
I hoped not, when you came again, to bring
So large a tribute worth so full a smile.
LOCRINE.
Child! how should I to thee pay tribute?
ESTRILD.
King,
Thou hast not kissed her.
LOCRINE.
Dare my lips defile
Heaven? O my love, in sight of her and thee
I marvel how the sun should look on me
And spare to turn his beams to fire.
ESTRILD.