Hub. Cruelty?
La. Alb. O, see me at his feet—bleeding and broken——
Hub. Not while I wear a sword! But how have I
Disturbed thee? What have said? I've threshed my words,
But find no devil in them.
La. Alb. O, this Roland,
If he wive Glaia must ferret out my shame—
Pry her life ope—who is she?—whence she came?—
Till all my secret blushes 'fore his eye.
Hub. Though he learn all, thy honor in his breast