Em. No news of my dear love, or of my father?
Mat. None, madam, since the gaining of the battle.
Great Arthur is a royal conqueror now,
And well deserves your love.
Em. But now I fear
He'll be too great, to love poor silly me,
If he be dead, or never come again,
I mean to die. But there's a greater doubt,
Since I ne'er saw him here,—
How shall I meet him in another world?