ALBOVINE.
What ails thee?
ROSAMUND.
Nought.
The hot and heavy time of year has bound
About my brows a band of iron. Sire,
Thou wouldst not see me sink aswoon, and mar
The raptures of thy revel.
ALBOVINE.
Get thee hence.
Go. God be with thee.
ROSAMUND.
God abide with thee.
[Exit with attendants.
ALBOVINE.