That makes me tremble.

I:2:4 ALAR.
Tremble, Florimonde,
Why should you tremble?

I:2:5 COUN.
Sooth I cannot say.
Methinks the Court but little suits my kind;
I love our quiet home.

I:2:6 ALAR.
This is our home,

I:2:7 COUN.
When you are here.

I:2:8 ALAR.
I will be always here.

I:2:9 COUN.
Thou canst not, sweet Alarcos. Happy hours,
When we were parted but to hear thy horn
Sound in our native woods!

I:2:10 ALAR.
Why, this is humour!
We're courtiers now; and we must smile and smirk.

I:2:11 COUN.