And yet I seem to think the King had told me
You went not loath; and ah, I had been forced
That night, that night to make him such denial
I’d not the heart to say another “no”!
Lesbia.
Ah, then I’m free no more, and yet again
May count myself among your waiting-maidens?
Rhod.
Nay, nay! As sister lay you on my breast!
Lesbia.