Rosamund, queen of the Lombards, a tragedy by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Dost thou love me?
HILDEGARD. Thou knowest it, queen. ROSAMUND. It lies Now in thy power to show me more of love Than ever yet hath man or woman. Swear, If thou dost love me, thou wilt show it. HILDEGARD. I swear. ROSAMUND. By all our fathers' great forsaken gods Who smiled on all their battles, and by him Who clomb or crept or leapt upon their throne And signed us Christian, swear it, then. HILDEGARD. I swear. ROSAMUND. |
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