God keep my lord!
LOCRINE.
Farewell.
[Exeunt.
Scene II.—Troynovant. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Guendolen and Madan.
GUENDOLEN.
Come close, and look upon me. Child or man,—
I know not how to call thee, being my child,
Who know not how myself am called, nor can—
God witness—tell thee what should she be styled
Who bears the brand and burden set on her
That man hath set on me—the lands are wild
Whence late I bade thee hither, swift of spur
As he that rides to guard his mother’s life;
Thou hast found nought loathlier there, nought hate-fuller
In all the wilds that seethe with fluctuant strife,
Than here besets thine advent. Son, if thou
Be son of mine, and I thy father’s wife—
MADAN.
If heaven be heaven, and God be God.