Thine? was it thou? It was not.
ROSAMUND.
It was I.
ALMACHILDES.
Does the sun stand in heaven? Or stands it fast
As when God bade it halt on high? My life
Is broken in me.
ROSAMUND.
Nay, fair sir, not yet.
Thy life is now mine—as the ring I wear
That seals my hand a wife’s. Die thou shalt not,
But slay, and live.
ALMACHILDES.
Slay whom?
ROSAMUND.