NARSETES.
King,
I have given it. Loth to give it if I were,
Ye know: she knows as thou: thou knowest as she.
ALBOVINE.
What ails thee to distaste thy duty? Man,
Thou shouldst be glad, being loyal. Knowest thou not
Her will it was that we should pledge therein
To-night, this hour, our lifelong love, and seal it
More surely so than priest or prayer can seal?
NARSETES.
Her will it was, I know, not thine. I would
Thou hadst not yielded up to hers thy will.
ALBOVINE.
Thou liest: I have not yielded it: I have given
Love, willing as the springtide sea gives up
Her will to the eastern sea-wind’s.
NARSETES.
Love should give
No more than love should crave of love: and this
Is such a gift as hate might crave of death
Or priests of God when angered.