ALBOVINE.
God forbid.
ROSAMUND.
God hath forbidden: and God shall be obeyed.
Bid thy Narsetes play the cup-bearer,
And I will pour the wine: my hand shall fill
The sacramental draught of love that seals
Our eucharist of wedlock.
ALBOVINE.
Yea, I know
To drink with thee is even to drink with God.
Thou art good as any God was ever.
ROSAMUND.
Ay?
We know not till we die.
ALBOVINE.
Thou art wise and true
As ever maid was born of the oldworld north
In the oldworld years of legend. Bid Narsetes
Bring thee the chalice: thou shalt mix the draught
Whence we will drink life, if true love be life,
Even from the lipless mouth of bone that speaks
Death.