Could tell me that thou art not wholly deaf
To my petition, earnestly preferred.
Lord Arthur.
Lady, thou’rt surely mad! Depart, and hush
These importunate cries. They are not worthy
Of the great name which thou hast fairly earned.
Lady Ellrington.
Give me that rose, and I to thee will cleave
Till death. Hear me, and give it me, Lord Arthur!
Lord Arthur [after a few minutes’ deliberation].