I see but as by lightning. Queen,
What should I do but warn the king—or him?
ROSAMUND.
Thou hast sworn. I hold thee by thy word.
HILDEGARD.
My Christ,
Help me!
ROSAMUND.
No God can break thine oath in twain
And leave thee less than perjured. Thou must bid him
Make thee to-night his bride.
HILDEGARD.
I could not say it.
ROSAMUND.