Rosamund, queen of the Lombards, a tragedy by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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ALBOVINE.
Get thee hence. Go. God be with thee. ROSAMUND. God abide with thee. [Exit with attendants. ALBOVINE. This is no feast: I will no more of it. Boy, Take note, and tempt not so thy bride, albeit She tempt thee to the trial. ALMACHILDES. I shall not, king, ALBOVINE. She will not. Sirs, good night--if night may be Good. Hardly may the day be, here. And yet For you it may be--Hildegard and thee. God give you joy. ALMACHILDES. God give thee comfort, king. |
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