Alfred. Heartily I hate them; most heartily.
Gubba. Give me thy hand, then; thou art an honest fellow.
Alfred. I was with King Alfred in the last battle he fought.
Gandelin. With King Alfred? Heaven bless him!
Gubba. What is become of our good king?
Alfred. Did you love him, then?
Gubba. Yes, as much as a poor man may love a king; and kneeled down and prayed for him every night, that he might conquer those Danish wolves; but it was not to be so.
Alfred. You could not love Alfred better than I did.
Gubba. But what is become of him?
Alfred. He is thought to be dead.