ROSAMUND.

I know not
A man so fair of face. I like him well.
And well he hath served and loves thee.

ALBOVINE.

Ay? The boy
Seems winsome then with women.

ROSAMUND.

Hildegard
Hath hearkened when he spake of love--it may be,
Lightly.

ALBOVINE.

To her shall no man lightly speak.
Thy maiden and our natural kin is she.
Wilt thou speak with him--lightly?

ROSAMUND.

If thou wilt,
Gladly.

ALBOVINE.