ROSAMUND.
Weep not, maiden. Dost not thou,
Man, that we thought her bridegroom sealed of love,
Love her?
ALMACHILDES.
No saint loved ever God as I
Her.
ROSAMUND.
And betray her to shame thou wouldst not?
See,
My lord, the silent answer flash aloud
From cheek and eye a goodly witness. Thou,
My maiden, dost thou love not him? Nay, speak.
HILDEGARD.
I cannot say it—I cannot strive to say.
ROSAMUND.
Thou shalt. Are all we not fast bound in love—
My lord and thine, my maiden and her queen,
A fourfold chain of faith twice linked of love?
Speak: let not shame find place where shame is none.