Ard. I pray you, leave me.
Vig. Princess of Avesta!
Ard. Your supper waits.
Vig. [Starting right] Come, brother!
Char. Though I've supped,
I'll sit with you, my sons. Discourse is ever
The best dish at the board.
Bion. We thank you, sir.
[Exeunt Biondel, Vigard, Charilus, right]
Ard. And am I wooed and won? Dreams of a dream,
Where are ye now?... A lover with no song.
No carols stealing sweetness from the moon;
No trembling hand to drop a morning rose
Where I may walk.
[Takes a rose from her bosom and casts it away]
No rose.... no Vairdelan!
[Re-enter Gaina]
Gaina. Here, mistress? Dearie dear, a-weeping?