ROSAMUND.
That, albeit
Thou wouldst, be sure thou canst not. God nor man
Could wake within me toward my lord the king
A new strange love or loathing. Fear not this.
ALBOVINE.
From thee can I fear nothing. Now I know
How high thy heart is, and how true to me.
ROSAMUND.
Thou knowest it now.
ALBOVINE.
I know not if I should
Repent me, or repent not, that I tried
A heart so high so sorely—proved so true.
ROSAMUND.
Do not repent. I would not have thee now
Repent.