He disregards it as an artful fable, coined by the Saracen; or else as pagan sorcery, which he, a christian knight, fears not to combat with. Come, thou, as my page, shalt follow me, and learn my purpose on the journey.
Agatha.
Me!
Enter Hugo.
Hugo.
The armour is all in Agatha's apartment, your highness. My master had taken it all off before I came.
Agatha.
But, madam, wont you go to the banquet, you purposely provided for the king and Valentine?
Eglantine.