Alb. What should I do at home, my liege?
Hen. Comfort your lady, who fast droops to death.
Alb. My wife? But she was well when I set forth.
Hen. You'll find her changed! But we must speak of Kent.
My lords, he was close pledged not to betray
The maiden's parentage for this good reason.
Her mother was his sister, living in dread
Of her harsh present lord, and she besought,
Past power to resist, his oath to die
Ere he should make it known. I know not who