ALBOVINE.
Ay? The boy
Seems winsome then with women.
ROSAMUND.
Hildegard
Hath hearkened when he spake of love—it may be,
Lightly.
ALBOVINE.
To her shall no man lightly speak.
Thy maiden and our natural kin is she.
Wilt thou speak with him—lightly?
ROSAMUND.
If thou wilt,
Gladly.
ALBOVINE.
The boy shall wait upon thy will.