KING. "Contempt" were far too hard a word; perhaps
An "unregard"—yet, nathless—marvelous!
GARCERAN. In sooth, the marvel is a little old,
For it began that day in Paradise
When God from Adam's rib created Eve.
KING. And yet he closed the breast when it was done,
And placed the will to guard the entering in.
Thou may'st to camp, but not alone:—with me.
RACHEL (sitting up).
The sun is creeping into my retreat.
Who props for me the curtain on yon side?
(Looking off stage at the right.)
There go two men, both bearing heavy arms;
The lance would serve my purpose very well.
(Calling off stage.)
Come here! This way! What, are ye deaf?
Come quick!
[The servant, returning with the lance and helmet, accompanied by a second servant bearing the King's shield and cuirass, enters.]