[Exit.
ROSAMUND.
My heart is heavier than this heat that weighs
With all the weight of June on us. I know not
Why. And the feast is close on us. I would
This night were now to-morrow morn. I know not
Why.
Enter Almachildes.
Ah! What would you?
ALMACHILDES.
Queen, our lord the king
Bade me before thee hither.
ROSAMUND.
Truth: I know it.
Thou art loved and honoured of our lord the king.
Dost thou, whom honour loves before thy time,
Love?
ALMACHILDES.