No. And thou,
Dost thou then?
ROSAMUND.
Eyes and heart and sense are mine
As weak and strong as woman’s can but be;
As weak in strength and strong in weakness. Men,
Being wise, and mightier than their mates on earth,
Need no such knowledge born of inborn pain
As quickens all the spirit of sense in us.
Worms know what eagles know not.
ALBOVINE.
Like enough.
Rede me no redes and riddles. Never yet
I have loved thee more, and yet I have loved thee well,
Than now that loving-kindness borne toward love
Makes thee so gracious, pleading for it.
ROSAMUND.
Love
Sees all things lovely: thine, if praise there be,
Not mine the praise is: thee, not me, these twain
Must love and worship as their lord of love.
ALBOVINE.
Well, God be good to them and thee and me!
I would this fierce Italian June were dead,
So hard it weighs upon me.
ROSAMUND.