ALFRIDA.
On what, my lord, or whom?
ETHENWALD.
I cannot tell.
ALFRIDA.
Why, let me see your eyes, my lord; look upon me.
ETHENWALD.
Then 'twill be worse.
ALFRIDA.
What, if you look on me? then, I'll be gone.
ETHENWALD.
Nay, stay, sweet love, stay, beauteous Alfrida,
And give the Earl of Cornwall leave to speak.
Know, Alfrida, thy beauty hath subdued,
And captivate the Earl of Cornwall's heart:
Briefly, I love thee, seem I ne'er so bold,
So rude and rashly to prefer my suit;
And if your father give but his consent,
Eased be that pain that troubles Ethenwald:
And, this considered. Osrick shall prove
My father and his daughter be my love.
Speak, Osrick, shall I have her, ay or no?
OSRICK.
My lord, with all my heart: you've my consent,
If so my daughter please to condescend.
ETHENWALD.
But what say'th Alfrida?
ALFRIDA.
I say, my lord, that seeing my father grants,
I will not gainsay what his age thinks meet:
I do appoint myself, my lord, at your dispose.
ETHENWALD.
Well, Osrick, now you see your daughter's mine;
But tell me when shall be the wedding-day?