Dear lord, thou wouldst speak of the woe that weighs on thee.
KING PHARAMOND
Wouldst thou bear me aback to the strife and the battle?
Nay, hang up my banner: 'tis all passed and over!
MASTER OLIVER
Speak but a little, lord! have I not loved thee?
KING PHARAMOND
Yea,—thou art Oliver: I saw thee a-lying
A long time ago with the blood on thy face,
When my father wept o'er thee for thy faith and thy valour.
MASTER OLIVER
Years have passed over, but my faith hath not failed me;
Spent is my might, but my love not departed.
Shall not love help—yea, look long in my eyes!
There is no more to see if thou sawest my heart.
KING PHARAMOND