Didst thou so answer her?
ALMACHILDES.
I might not well
Answer at all.
ROSAMUND.
Poor maid, she hath loved amiss.
Belike she thought to find in thee a man’s
Love.
ALMACHILDES.
That she hath found; nought meaner than a man’s;
No wolfish lust of ravenous insolence
To soil and spoil her of her noblest name.
ROSAMUND.
I do not ask thee what she said. I know.
ALMACHILDES.