I cannot thank at all. I cannot thank
God.
ALBOVINE.
Art thou mazed with love? For her thou canst not
Thank God? What feverish doubt of love or life
Crazes or cramps thy spirit?
ALMACHILDES.
I cannot say.
My heart, if any heart be left in me,
Is as it was not thankless: yet, my king,
I know not how to thank thee.
ALBOVINE.
Thank me not:
I did not bid thee thank me. Love thy love,
And God be with you: so may God be found
Thankworthier. Keep some heart in thee awhile
For God’s and her sake.
ALMACHILDES.
All I may I will.
Re-enter Rosamund, followed by Narsetes and Guests.