Thou knowest it, queen.
ROSAMUND.
It lies
Now in thy power to show me more of love
Than ever yet hath man or woman. Swear,
If thou dost love me, thou wilt show it.
HILDEGARD.
I swear.
ROSAMUND.
By all our fathers’ great forsaken gods
Who smiled on all their battles, and by him
Who clomb or crept or leapt upon their throne
And signed us Christian, swear it, then.
HILDEGARD.
I swear.
ROSAMUND.