Spare him, king.
A king may guess not how a man’s heart yearns
With all unkingly sense of love and shame
Not all unmanly.
ALBOVINE.
Shame is none to be
Loved, and to deem that love exceeds our due
Who may not well deserve it. Sick at heart
He seems, and should be gladder than the sea
When wind and sun strike life in it.
ALMACHILDES.
I am not
So stricken, king. I thank thy care of me.
ALBOVINE.
Heart-stricken or shame-stricken art thou?
ROSAMUND.
King,
Spare him. Thou knowest not love like his. It burns
And rends and wrings the spirit.
ALBOVINE.