The Lady.
But should it last,
This fever-madness? should he ask your grace,
And say he loved me best?
The Maiden.
Then, to his face
I’d answer, Never! What! leave him to sin?
The Lady.
And what the sin?
The Maiden.
You! you! You have no faith,
No creed, that I can learn. The Bible saith
All such are evil.
The Lady (aside).
Why did I begin
Such hopeless contest?
(Speaks.) Child, if he should lie
Before us now, and one said he must die
Or love me, wouldst thou yield?