Worship her children？ Nought it is in me；
My lord's dear love it is； that makes me seem
Fair。
ALBOVINE。
How thou liest thou knowest not。 Rosamund；
What hast thou done to be so beautiful？
ROSAMUND。
The sun has left thine eyes half blind。
ALBOVINE。
I dare not
Kiss thee； or stare straight…eyed against the sun。
ROSAMUND。
Kiss me。 Who knows how long the lord of life
May spare us time for kissing？ Life and love
Are less than change and death。
ALBOVINE。
What ghosts are they？
So sweet thou never wast to me before。
The woman that is Godthe God that is
Womanthe sovereign of the soul of man；
Our fathers' Freia； Venus crowned in Rome；
Has lent my love her girdle； but her lips
Have robbed the red rose of its heart； and left
No glory for the flower beyond all flowers
To bid the spring be glad of。
ROSAMUND。
Summer and spring
May cleanse and heal the heart of man no more
Than winter may； or withering autumn。 Sire；
Husband and lord； I have a woful word
To speak against a man beloved of thee；
A man well worth all glory man may give …
Against thine Almachildes。
ALBOVINE。
Has the boy
Transgressed again in awless heat of speech
And kindled wrath in thee against himthee；
Who stood'st between my wrath and him？
ROSAMUND
I would
His were no more transgression than of speech。
He hath wrongedI bid thee ask of me no more …
A noble maiden。 Till her shame be healed；
Her name is dead upon my lips and his；
Who is yet not all ignoble。
ALBOVINE。
He shall die
Except he wed her； and she will to wed。
ROSAMUND。
That surely will she。
ALBOVINE。
Bid him hither。
ROSAMUND。
See；
There strides he through the sunshine toward the shade。
How light and high he steps！ He sees thee。 Bid him …
Beckon him in。
ALBOVINE。
He knows mine eye。 He comes。
ROSAMUND。
Obedient as a hound is。
ALBOVINE。
As a man
That knows the law of loyal manhood。
ROSAMUND。
Ay？
God send it be so。
Enter ALMACHILDES。
ALMACHILDES。
Queen and king； I am here。
What would you？
ALBOVINE。
Truth。 Hast thou not borne thyself
Toward any soul on earth disloyally
Ever？
ALMACHILDES。
Never。
ALBOVINE。
I would not say thou liest。
ALMACHILDES。
Do not： the lie should burn thy lips up； king。
ALBOVINE。
Thou hast wrought no wrong toward man or woman？
ALMACHILDES。
None。
ALBOVINE。
Speak thou： thou hast heard him answer me。
ROSAMUND。
I have heard。
No wrong it may be with the serfs of hell
To cast upon a woman for a curse
Shame： to defile the spirit and shrine of love；
Put out the sunlike eyes of maidenhood
And leave the soul dismantled。 Has not he
So sinned？Hast thou wrought no such work as this？
The king has heard thy silence。
ALMACHILDES。
Queen and king；
I have done no wrong； but right。 I have chosen my bride；
And made her mine by gentle grace of hers
Lest wrong should come between us。 Now no man
May think to unwed us： king nor queen may cross
This wedded love of ours： no thwart or stay
May sunder us till heaven and earth turn hell。
ALBOVINE。
I deemed not thee dishonourable： and thy queen
Now knows thee true as I did。 Rosamund；
Forgive and give him back his bride。
ROSAMUND。
I will；
King。
ALBOVINE。
Boy； thy queen hath shown thee grace； be thou
Thankful。 I leave thee here to yield her thanks。
＇Exit。
ALMACHILDES。
Queen； I would die to serve and thank thee。
ROSAMUND。
Die？
So young and glad and glorious？ Thou shalt not
Die。 Was thy bride's face bright to look upon
When last night's moon and stars illumined it？
ALMACHILDES。
Thou knowest I might not look upon it。
ROSAMUND。
No。
Thou hast never loved before？
ALMACHILDES。
I have loathed； not loved；
The loveless harlots clasped of all the camp：
I have followed wars and visions all my days
Even till my love's eyes lit and stung to life
The soul within my body。 Till I loved；
I knew not woman。
ROSAMUND。
Now thou knowest。 This love
Is no good lordno gentle godno soft
Saviour。 Thou knowest perchance thy bride's namehers
Whose body and soul were one but now with thine？
ALMACHILDES。
How should not I？ What darkling light is this
That burns and broods and lightens in thine eyes；
Queen？
ROSAMUND。
Hildegard it was not。
ALMACHILDES。
Art not thou …
Or am not Isun…smitten through the brain
By this mad might of midsummer？ Who was it
That slept or slept not with me while the night
Was more than noon and more than heaven？ What name
Was hers who made me godlike？
ROSAMUND。
Rosamund。
ALMACHILDES。
Thine？ was it thou？ It was not。
ROSAMUND。
It was I。
ALMACHILDES。
Does the sun stand in heaven？ Or stands it fast
As when God bade it halt on high？ My life
Is broken in me。
ROSAMUND。
Nay； fair sir； not yet。
Thy life is now mineas the ring I wear
That seals my hand a wife's。 Die thou shalt not；
But slay； and live。
ALMACHILDES。
Slay whom？
ROSAMUND。
Thy lord and mine。
ALMACHILDES。
I had rather go down quick to hell。
ROSAMUND。
I know it。
I leave thee not the choice。 Keep thou thy hand
Bloodless； and Hildegard； whom yet I love；
Dies； and in fire； the harlot's death of shame。
Last night she lured thee hither。 Hate of me；
Because of late I smote her； being in wrath
Forgetful of her noble maidenhood；
Stung her for shame's sake to take hands with shame。
This if I swear； may she unswear it？ Thou
Canst not but say she bade thee seek her。 She
Lives while I will； as Albovine and thou
Live by my grace and mercy。 Live； or die。
But live thou shalt not longer than her death；
Her death by burning； if thou slay not him。
I see my death shine in thine eyes： I see
My present death inflame them。 That were not
Her surety； Almachildes。 Thou shouldst know me
Now。 Though thou slay me； this may save not her。
My lines are laid about her life； and may not
By breach of mine be broken。
ALMACHILDES。
God must be
Dead。 Such a thing as thou could never else
Live。
ROSAMUND。
That concerns not thee nor me。 Be thou
Sure that my will and power to serve it live。
Lift now thine eyes to look upon thy lord。
Re…enter ALBOVINE。
ALBOVINE。
By this time hath he thanked thee not enough？
ROSAMUND。
More hath he given than thanks。
ALBOVINE。
What more may be？
ROSAMUND。
His plighted faith to heal the wrong he wrought
Faithfully。
ALBOVINE。
Boy； strike then thy hand in mine。
Thou art loyal as I knew thee。
ALMACHILDES。
King； I may not
Touch hands with thee。
ALBOVINE。
Thou art false； then； ha？ Thou hast lied？
ALMACHILDES。
King； till the wrong I have wrought be wreaked or healed
I clasp not hands with honour。 Nay； and then
Perchance I may not。
ALBOVINE。
Boy I called thee： child
I call thee now。 But； boy； the child thou art
Is noble as our sires。
ALMACHILDES。
Would God it were！
＇Exit。
ALBOVINE。
What ails him？
ROSAMUND。
Love and shame。
ALBOVINE。
No more than these？
ROSAMUND。
Enough are they to darken death and life。
ALBOVINE。
Thou art less than gentle towards his love and him。
ROSAMUND。
I would not speak ungently。 Her I love；
Poor child； and him I hate not。
ALBOVINE。
Thou shalt live
To love him too。
ROSAMUND。
This heaviness of heat
Kills love and hate and life in me。 I know not
Aught lovesome save the sweet brief death of sleep。
ALBOVINE。
I am weary as thou。 Good night we may not say …
Good noon I bid thee。 Sleep shall heal us。
ROSAMUND。
Ay；
No healing and no help for life on earth
Hath God or man found out save death and sleep。
＇Exeunt。
ACT IV
The same Scene。
Enter ALMACHILDES and HILDEGARD。
HILDEGARD。
Hast thou forgiven me？
ALMACHILDES。
I have not forgiven
God。
HILDEGARD。
Wilt thou slay thy soul and mine？
ALMACHILDES。
Wilt thou
Madden me？ God hath given us up to her
Who is deadlier than the fiery fang of death …
Us； innocent and loyal。
HILDEGARD。
Nay； if I
Forgive her love of theethough this be hard；
Canst thou forgive not？
ALMACHILDES。
Sweet； for thee and me
Remains no rescue save by death or flight
From worse than flight or death is。
HILDEGARD。
Worse is nought
But shame： and how may shame take hold on us；
On us who have sinned not？ Me she bound to play thee
False； and betray thee to her arms： I might not
Choose； though my heart should rend itself in twain
And cleave with ravenous anguish： yet I live。
Vex not thy soul too sorely： me； not her；
Thy spirit embraced； thine arms and lips made thine
Me； not my darkling wraith； my changeling foe；
My thief of love； our traitress。 This I bid thee；
Forget thy fear and shame to have wronged me： night
Breeds treacherous dreams that can but poison day
If thought be found so base a fool as dares
Fear。 Did I doubt thy love of me； I durst not
Live or look back upon thee。
ALMACHILDES。
Wilt thou then
Fly？
HILDEGARD。
Dost thou know what flight meansthou？
It means
Fear。 And is fear a new…born friend of thine？
ALMACHILDES。
God help us！ if he live； and hate not man …
If Satan be not God。 We will not fly。
Enter ALBOVINE and ROSAMUND。
ALBOVINE。
Fly？ What should lo