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Ay？
We know not till we die。
ALBOVINE。
Thou art wise and true
As ever maid was born of the oldworld north
In the oldworld years of legend。 Bid Narsetes
Bring thee the chalice： thou shalt mix the draught
Whence we will drink life； if true love be life；
Even from the lipless mouth of bone that speaks
Death。
ROSAMUND。
I will mix it well with honey and herb
Sweet as the mead our fathers drank； and dreamed
Their gods so drank in heavendraughts deep and strong
As life is strong and death is deep。 I go
To bid Narsetes hither。 ＇Exit。
ALBOVINE。
Nay； by God；
Whoever God be； never Christ or Thor
Beheld or blessed a nobler wife； whose love
Was found through proof of purity by fire
More like our northern stars and snows and suns；
And sane in strong sufficiency of soul
As womanhood by godhead from the womb
Elected and exalted。
Enter NARSETES。
NARSETES。
King； thy wife
Hath given me back thy message given her。
ALBOVINE。
Ay？
And thou hast given her back my cup； then？
NARSETES。
King；
I have given it。 Loth to give it if I were；
Ye know： she knows as thou： thou knowest as she。
ALBOVINE。
What ails thee to distaste thy duty？ Man；
Thou shouldst be glad； being loyal。 Knowest thou not
Her will it was that we should pledge therein
To…night； this hour； our lifelong love； and seal it
More surely so than priest or prayer can seal？
NARSETES。
Her will it was； I know； not thine。 I would
Thou hadst not yielded up to hers thy will。
ALBOVINE。
Thou liest： I have not yielded it： I have given
Love； willing as the springtide sea gives up
Her will to the eastern sea…wind's。
NARSETES。
Love should give
No more than love should crave of love： and this
Is such a gift as hate might crave of death
Or priests of God when angered。
ALBOVINE。
Hark thee； man。
Thou art old； and when I loved thee first and found thee
My lord and leader down the ways of war；
My master born by right of manfulness
And steersman through the surf of battle； time
Gaped as a gulf between us： sire and son
We might be： now I bid thee hold thy peace；
Lest all these memories perish； and their death
Give life more strong than theirs to wrath； and leave thee
Shelterless as a waif of the air when storm
Drives bird and beast to deathward。 What I bade thee
I bid thee do； and leave me。
NARSETES。
King； I go。 ＇Exit。
ALBOVINE。
What； have I played the Berserk with my friend？
So should not kings。 What meant he？ Men wax old；
And age eats out the natural sense of love
Which gives the soul sight of such nobler things
As trust may see by grace of truth more fair
Than doubt would fear to dream of。 Rosamund
Knows more by might of faith and love than he。
And yet I would； and yet I would not； fool
As even in mine own eyes I am； she had not
Given me this proof； desired of me this sign；
How clear her soul is toward me save of love；
To attest her pardon of me。 Would it were
Sunrise to…morrow！
Enter ALMACHILDES and HILDEGARD。
Whence come these； to bring
Sunrise about me？ Nay； I bade you be
Here。 Does thy memory too not fail thee； boy；
Burnt out by stress of summer
ALMACHILDES。
No。
ALBOVINE；
Nor hers？
HILDEGARD。
How might it； king？ Thou art good to us。
ALBOVINE。
All things born
Seem good to lovers in their spring of love；
And all men should be。 Maiden； God doth well
To give us foresight of the sight of heaven
By looking in such eyes as love like thine
Kindles and veils for love's sake。 Fain was I
To see my boy's bride and her bridegroom here
Before the feast broke in on us； and bless
Their love with mineif mine be blessing。
HILDEGARD。
Sire；
As the earth gives thanks in spring for the April sun
I would and cannot yield you thanks for this。
ALMACHILDES。
I cannot thank at all。 I cannot thank
God。
ALBOVINE。
Art thou mazed with love？ For her thou canst not
Thank God？ What feverish doubt of love or life
Crazes or cramps thy spirit？
ALMACHILDES。
I cannot say。
My heart； if any heart be left in me；
Is as it was not thankless： yet； my king；
I know not how to thank thee。
ALBOVINE。
Thank me not：
I did not bid thee thank me。 Love thy love；
And God be with you： so may God be found
Thankworthier。 Keep some heart in thee awhile
For God's and her sake。
ALMACHILDES。
All I may I will。
Re…enter ROSAMUND； followed by NARSETES and Guests。
ALBOVINE。
Sit； friends and warriors： thou； my boy； next me；
And by my wife thy bride。 This night； that leaves
But two days more for June to burn and live；
Plights with my queen's troth mine in life and death
This last one time for ever； in the cup
Whence none shall drink hereafter。 Not in scorn；
Sirs； but in honour now the draught is pledged
Between us； ere this relic stand enshrined
And hallowed as a saint's on the altar。 Queen；
I drink to thee。
ROSAMUND。
I thank thee。 Good Narsetes；
Give him the chalice。 Women slain by fire
Thirst not as I to pledge thee。
＇As ALBOVINE is about to take the cup；
ALMACHILDES rises and stabs him。
ALBOVINE。
Thou； my boy？ ＇Dies。
ROSAMUND。
I。 But he hears not。 Now； my warrior guests；
I drink to the onward passage of his soul
Death。 Had my hand turned coward or played me false；
This man that is my hand； and less than I
And less than he bloodguilty； this my death
Had been my husband's： now he has left it me。
＇Drinks。
How innocent are all but he and I
No time is mine to tell you。 Truth shall tell。
I pardon thee； my husband： pardon me。 ＇Dies。
NARSETES。
Let none make moan。 This doom is none of man's。
End