This is no feast: I will no more of it. Boy,
Take note, and tempt not so thy bride, albeit
She tempt thee to the trial.
ALMACHILDES.
I shall not, king,
ALBOVINE.
She will not. Sirs, good night—if night may be
Good. Hardly may the day be, here. And yet
For you it may be—Hildegard and thee.
God give you joy.
ALMACHILDES.
God give thee comfort, king.
[Exeunt.
ACT II.
A room in the Queen’s apartments.