Or set thy spirit against the sense of mine
For more than Rome's old empire.

ROSAMUND.

That, albeit
Thou wouldst, be sure thou canst not. God nor man
Could wake within me toward my lord the king
A new strange love or loathing. Fear not this.

ALBOVINE.

From thee can I fear nothing. Now I know
How high thy heart is, and how true to me.

ROSAMUND.

Thou knowest it now.

ALBOVINE.

I know not if I should
Repent me, or repent not, that I tried
A heart so high so sorely--proved so true.

ROSAMUND.

Do not repent. I would not have thee now
Repent.