From this dear world I'll come to it no more?
Hen. Cast off the doubt—and here I trample it.
We shall come often to this home of peace.
But, Glaia, let us go. The hours run fast,
And eve must find me at the court.
Gla. The court?
There does my rival in my lover speak.
There speaks my enemy, for in the court
I shall find that will make these fears all plain.
Hen. Fear nothing now! I see thou knowest how