{"1": {"fulltext": "Pfl\\nc", "height": "3372", "width": "2133", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "mi mi nun mm nil\\n014 525 381 A\\nHollinger Corp.\\npH 8.5", "height": "3090", "width": "1941", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "ROSAMUND,\\nQueen of the Lombards\\nA TRAGEDY\\nBy Algernon Charles Swinburne\\nNEW YORK\\nDodd, Mead Company, 1899", "height": "3090", "width": "1941", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "Copyright, 1899, by Dodd, Mead Company\\n51104\\nTWO COPIES RECE1\\n8EC0ND COPY,\\nD. B. Updike, The Merrymount Press, Boston\\nla S2", "height": "3090", "width": "1941", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "PERSONS REPRESENTED\\nI\\nAlbovine, King of the Lombards.\\nAlmachildes, a young Lombard warrior.\\nNarsetes, an old leader and counsellor.\\nRosamund, Queen of the Lombards.\\nHildegard, a noble Lombard maiden.\\nScene, Verona.\\nTime, June 573.", "height": "3090", "width": "1941", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "ROSAMUND,\\nQUEEN OF THE LOMBARDS\\nACT I\\nA Hall in the Palace: a curtain drawn midway across it.\\nEnter Albovine and Narsetes.\\nALBOVINE.\\nTHIS is no matter of the wars: in war\\nThy king, old friend, is less than king of thine,\\nAnd comrade less than follower. Hast thou loved\\nEver loved woman, not as chance may love,\\nBut as thou hast loved thy sword or friend or me\\nThou hast shewn me love more stout of heart than deain\\nDeath quailed before thee when thou gav st me life,\\nBorne down in battle.\\nNARSETES.\\nWoman As I love\\nFlowers in their season. A rose is but a rose.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "2 ROSAMUND act i\\nALBOVINE.\\nDost thou know rose from thistle or bindweed Man,\\nSpeak as our north wind speaks, if harsh and hard\\nTruth.\\nNARSETES.\\nWhite I know from red, and dark from bright,\\nAnd milk from blood in hawthorn-flowers: but not\\nWoman from woman.\\nALBOVINE.\\nHow should God our Loi d,\\nExcept his eye see further than his world\\nFor women ever make themselves anew,\\nMeseems, to match and mock the maker. Friend,\\nIf ever I were friend of thine in fight,\\nSpeak, and I bid thee not speak truth: I know\\nThy tongue knows nought but truth or silence.\\nNARSETES.\\nIs it\\nA king s or friend s part, king, to bid his ft iend\\nSpeak what he knows not Speak then thou, that I\\nMay find thy will and answer it.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "act i ROSAMUND\\nALBOVINE.\\nI am fain\\nAnd loth to tell thee how it wrings my heart\\nThat now this hard-eyed heavy southern sun\\nHath wrought its will upon us all a year\\nAnd yet I know not if my wife be mine,\\nNARSETES.\\nThy meanest man at arms had known ere dawn\\nBlinked on his bridal birthday.\\nALBOVINE.\\nDid I bid thee\\nMock, and forget me for thy friend I say not,\\nKing Is thy heart so light and lean a thing,\\nSo loose in faith and faint in love I bade thee\\nStand to me, help me, hold my hand in thine\\nAnd give my heart back answer. This it is,\\nOld friend and fool, that gnaws my life in twain\\nThe worm that writhes and feeds about my heai-t\\nThe devil and God are crying in either ear\\nOne murderous word for ever, night and day,", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "4 ROSAMUND act i\\nDark day and deadly night and deadly day,\\nCan she love thee who slewest her father I\\nLove her.\\nNARSETES.\\nThy wife should love thee as thy sire s\\nLoved him. Thou art worth a woman heart for heart.\\nALBOVINE.\\nMy sire s wife loved him Hei s he had not slain.\\nWould God I might but die and burn in hell\\nAnd know my love had loved me\\nNARSETES.\\nIs thy name\\nBabe Sweet are babes as flowers that wed the sun,\\nBut man may be not born a babe again,\\nAnd less than man may woman. Rosamund\\nStands radiant now in royal pride of place\\nAs wife of thine and queen of Lombards not\\nCunimund s daughter. Hadst thou slain her sire\\nShamefully, shame were thine to have sought her hand\\nAnd shame were hers to love thee: but he died", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "act i] ROSAMUND\\nManfully, by thy mightier hand than his\\nManfully mastered. War, born blind as fire,\\nFed not as fire upon her: many a maid\\nAs royal dies disrobed of all but shame\\nAnd even to death burnt up for shame s sake: she\\nLives, by thy grace, imperial.\\nALBOVINE.\\nHe or I,\\nHer lord or sire, which hath most part in her,\\nThis hour shall try between us.\\nEnter Rosamund.\\nROSAMUND.\\nRoyal lord,\\nThy wedded handmaid craves of thee a grace.\\nALBOVINE.\\nMy sovereign bids her bondman what she will.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI bid thee mock me not: I may ask thee\\nAught, and be heard of any save my lord.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "G ROSAMUND act i\\nALBOVINE.\\nGo, friend.\\n[Exit Narsetes.\\nSpeak now. Say first what ails thee\\nROSAMUND.\\nMe?\\nALBOVINE.\\nThy voice was honey-hearted music, sweet\\nAs wine and glad as clarions: not in battle\\nMight man have more of joy than I to hear it\\nAnd feel delight dance in my heart and laugh\\nToo loud for hearing save its own. Thou rose,\\nWhy did God give thee more than all thy kin\\nWhose pride is perfume only and colour, this\\nMusic No rose but mine sings, and the birds\\nHush all their hearts to hearken. Dost thou hear not\\nHow heavy sounds her note now\\nROSAMUND.\\nSire, not I.\\nBut sire I should not call thee.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "act i] ROSAMUND\\nALBOVINE.\\nSurely, no.\\nI bade thee speak: I did not bid thee sing:\\nThou canst not speak and sing not.\\nROSAMUND.\\nAlbovine,\\nI had at heart a simple thing to crave\\nAnd thought not on thy flatteries as I think not\\nNow. Knowest thou not my handmaid Hildegard\\nFree-born, a noble maiden\\nALBOVINE.\\nAnd a fair\\nAs ever shone like sundawn on the snows.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI had at heart to plead for her with thee.\\nALBOVINE.\\nPlead hast thou found her noble maidenhcod\\nIgnobly turned unmaidenlike I may not\\nLightly believe it.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "8 ROSAMUND act i\\nROSAMUND.\\nBelieve it not at all.\\nWouldst thou think shame of me lightly? She loves\\nAs might a maid whose kin were northern gods\\nThe fairest-faced of warriors Lombard born,\\nThine Almachildes.\\nALBOVINE.\\nIf he loves not her,\\nMore fool is he than warrior even, though war\\nHave wakened laughter in his eyes, and left\\nHis golden hair fresh gilded, when his hand\\nHad won the crown that clasps a boy s brows close\\nWith first-born sign of battle.\\nROSAMUND.\\nNo such fool\\nMay live in such a warrior if he love not\\nSome loveliness not hers. No face as bright\\nCrowned with so fair a Mayflower crown of praise\\nLacked ever yet love, if its eyes were set\\nWith all their soul to loveward.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "act ROSAMUND\\nALBOVINE.\\nAy?\\nROSAMUND.\\nI know not\\nA man so fail* of face. I like him well.\\nAnd well he hath served and loves thee.\\nALBOVINE.\\nAy The boy\\nSeems winsome then with women.\\nROSAMUND.\\nHildegard\\nHath hearkened when he spake of love it may be,\\nLightly.\\nALBOVINE.\\nTo her shall no man lightly speak.\\nThy maiden and our natural kin is she.\\nWilt thou speak with him lightly?\\nROSAMUND.\\nIf thou wilt,\\nGladly.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "10 ROSAMUND act i\\nALBOVINE.\\nThe boy shall wait upon thy will. [Exit.\\nROSAMUND.\\nMy heart is heavier than this heat that weighs\\nWith all the weight of June on us. I know not\\nWhy. And the feast is close on us. I would\\nThis night were now to-morrow morn. I know not\\nWhy.\\nEnter Almachildes.\\nAh What would you\\nALMACHILDES.\\nQueen, our lord the king\\nBade me before thee hither.\\nROSAMUND.\\nTruth I know it.\\nThou art loved and honoured of our lord the king.\\nDost thou, whom honour loves before thy time,\\nLove\\nALMACHILDES.\\nAy thy noble handmaid, Hildegard.\\nI know not if she love me.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "act i] ROSAMUND u\\nROSAMUND.\\nThou shalt know.\\nBut this thou knowest I may not give thee her.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI would not take her from the Lord God s hand\\nIf hers were given against her will to mine.\\nROSAMUND.\\nA man said that a manfuller than men\\nWho grip the loveless hands of prisoners. Well\\nIt must be with the bride whose happier hand\\nLies fond and fast in thine. Our Hildegard,\\nBeing free and noble as Albovine and we,\\nBorn one with us in race and blood, and thence\\nOur equal in our sole nobility,\\nMust well be won by noble works, and love\\nWhose light is one with honour s.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nQueen, may I\\nPerchance not win it I know not.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "12 ROSAMUND act i\\nROSAMUND.\\nNay, nor I.\\nSoon may we know they are entering toward the feast.\\n[The curtain drawn discovers a banquet, with\\nguests assembled among them Narsetes\\nand Hildegard.\\nRe-enter Albovine.\\nalbovine.\\nThine hand I hold the whitest in the world.\\nSit thou, boy, there, beside sweet Hildegard.\\n[They sit.\\nBring me the cup. Queen, thou shalt pledge with me\\nA health to all this kingdom and its weal\\nEven from the bowl that here to hold in hand\\nAssures me lord of Lombardy and thine\\nBy right and might of battle and of God\\nThe skull that was thy father s so shalt thou\\nDrink to me with thy father.\\nROSAMUND.\\nSire, my lord,", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "act i ROSAMUND 13\\nThe life my sire, who gave thee up his life,\\nGave me, and fostered till thou hadst given him death,\\nIs all now thine. Thy will be done, f drink\\nTo thee, who art all this kingdom and its weal,\\nAll health and honour that of right should be,\\nWith all good things I wish thee. [Drinks.\\nALBOVINE.\\nWish me well,\\nAnd God must give me what thou wilt. Good friends,\\nMy warriors and my brethren, hath not he\\nGiven me to wife the best one born of man\\nAnd loveliest, and most loving Silent, sirs\\nWherefore\\nROSAMUND.\\nThou shouldst not ask it. Bid the cup\\nGo blithely round.\\nALBOVINE.\\nBy Christ and Thor, it shall.\\nWhat ails the boy there Almachildes", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "14 ROSAMUND act i\\nALMACHILDES.\\nKing,\\nNought ails me.\\nALBOVINE.\\nNor thy maiden\\nALMACHILDES.\\nKing, nor her.\\nALBOVINE.\\nFall then to feasting. Bear the cup away.\\nSome savour of the dust of death comes from it.\\nSweet, be not wroth nor sad.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI am blithe and fain,\\nSire and I loved thee never more than now.\\nALBOVINE.\\nNor ever I thee. Now I find thee mine,\\nAnd now no daughter of mine enemy s.\\nROSAMUND.\\nNo.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "act i ROSAMUND 15\\nThou hast no enemy left on earth alive\\nNo soul unslain that hates thee.\\nALBOVINE.\\nThat were much.\\nWhat man may say it and least of all may kings.\\nROSAMUND.\\nWhat hast thou done that man should hate thee man\\nOr woman\\nALBOVINE.\\nWhich of us may answer, Nought\\nROSAMUND.\\nThou might st have made me me, my father s child\\nHarlot and slave thou hast made me wife and queen.\\nALBOVINE.\\nThee have I loved ay, and myself in thee,\\nWho hast made me more than king and lord, being thine.\\nROSAMUND.\\nCourtesy sets on kings a goldener crown\\nThat sits upon them seemlier.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "16 ROSAMUND [act\\nALBOVINE.\\nCourtesy\\nTruth. Hark thee, boy, and let thy Hildegard\\nHearken. Is she, thy queen, a peer of mine\\nALMACHILDES.\\nShe wears no crown but heaven s about her head\\nNo gold that was not born upon her brows\\nTransfigures or disfigures them. She is not\\nA peer of thine.\\nROSAMUND.\\nHe answers well.\\nALBOVINE.\\nHe answers\\n111 as the spirit of shamelessness might speak.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nShameless are they that lie. I lie not.\\nALBOVINE.\\nBoy,\\nTempt not the rod.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "act t ROSAMUND 17\\nALMACHILDES.\\nThe rod that man may wield\\nNo man may feav the slave who fears it is not\\nMan.\\nALBOVINE.\\nArt thou crazed with wine\\nALMACHILDES.\\nAm I thy king\\nALBOVINE.\\nMy thrall thou knowest thou art not, or thy tongue\\nDurst challenge not mine anger.\\nROSAMUND.\\nThrall and free,\\nWoman and man, yea, queen and king, are born\\nMore wide apart than earth or hell and heaven.\\nSirs, let no wrangling breath distune the peace\\nThat shines and glows about us, and discerns\\nA banquet from a battle. Thou, my lord,\\nHast bidden away the dust of death which fell\\nBetween us at thy bidding, and is now\\nNothing a dream blown out at waking. Thou,", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "18 ROSAMUND act i\\nMy lord s young chosen of warriors, be not wroth,\\nAlbeit thy wrath be noble, though my lord\\nSee fit to try my love as gold is tried\\nBy fire it burns not thee. Strike hand in hand\\nYe have done so after battle.\\nALBOVINE.\\nDrink again\\nI pledge thee, boy.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI pledge thee, king.\\nROSAMUND.\\nMy lord,\\nI am weary at heart, and fain would sleep. Forgive me\\nThat I can sit no more.\\nALBOVINE.\\nWhat ails thee\\nROSAMUND.\\nNought.\\nThe hot and heavy time of year has bound", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "act i ROSAMUND 19\\nAbout my brows a band of iron. Sire,\\nThou wouldst not see me sink aswoon, and mar\\nThe raptures of thy revel.\\nALBOVINE.\\nGet thee hence.\\nGo. God be with thee.\\nROSAMUND.\\nGod abide with thee.\\n[Exit with attendants\\nALBOVINE.\\nThis is no feast I will no more of it. Boy,\\nTake note, and tempt not so thy bride, albeit\\nShe tempt thee to the trial.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI shall not, king.\\nALBOVINE.\\nShe will not. Sirs, good night if night may be\\nGood. Hardly may the day be, here. And yet", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "20 ROSAMUND act i\\nFor you it may be Hildegard and thee.\\nGod give you joy.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nGod give thee comfort, king.\\n[Exeunt.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "ACT II\\nA room in the Queens apartments.\\nEnter Rosamund.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI AM yet alive to question if I live\\nAnd wonder what may ever bid me die.\\nBut live I will, being yet not dead with thee,\\nFather. Thou knowest in Paradise my heart.\\nI feel thy kisses breathing on my lips,\\nWhereto the dead cold relic of thy face\\nWas pressed at bidding of thy slayer last night,\\nAnd yet they were not withered nay, they are red\\nAs blood is blood but newly spilt not thine.\\nHow good thou wast and sweet of spirit how dear,\\nFather None lives that knew thee now save one,\\nAnd none loves me but thou nor thee but I,\\nThat was till yesternight thy daughter: now\\nThat very name is tainted, and my tongue\\nTastes poison as I speak it. There is nought", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "22 ROSAMUND act n\\nLeft in the range and record of the world\\nFor me that is not poisoned: even my heart\\nIs all envenomed in me. Death is life,\\nOr priesthood lies that swears it: then I give\\nThe man my husband and thy homicide\\nLife, if I slay him the life he gave thee.\\nEnter Hildegard.\\nGirl,\\nI sent for thee, I think: stand near me. Child,\\nThou art fairer than thou knowest, I doubt: thou art\\nfair\\nAs the awless maidenhood of morning: truth\\nShould live upon thy lips, though truth were dead\\nOn all men s tongues and women s born save thine.\\nDawn lies not when it laughs on us. Thy queen\\nI am not now: thy friend I would be. Tell\\nThy friend if love sleep or awake in thee\\nToward any man. Thou art silent. Tell me this,\\nDost thou not think, where thought scarce knows it-\\nself\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThink in the subtle sense too deep for thought", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "act ii ROSAMUND 23\\nThat Almachildes loves thee\\nHILDEGARD.\\nMore than I\\nLove Almachildes.\\nROSAMUND.\\nThus a maid should speak.\\nDost thou love me\\nHILDEGARD.\\nThou knowest it, queen.\\nROSAMUND.\\nNow in thy power to show me more of love\\nThan ever yet hath man or woman. Swear,\\nIf thou dost love me, thou wilt show it.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nIt lies\\nI\\nROSAMUND.\\nBy all our fathers great forsaken gods\\nWho smiled on all their battles, and by him", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "24 ROSAMUND act n\\nWho clomb or crept or leapt upon their throne\\nAnd signed us Christian, swear it, then.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nI swear\\nROSAMUND.\\nWhat if I bid thee give thyself to shame\\nYield up thy soul and body play such parts\\nAs shameless fame records of women crowned\\nImperial in the tale of lust and Rome\\nHILDEGARD.\\nThou couldst not bid me do it.\\nROSAMUND.\\nThou hast sworn.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nI have sworn.\\nQueen, I would do it, and die.\\nROSAMUND.\\nThou shalt not. Yet\\nThis must thou do, and live. Thou shalt not be", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "act ii ROSAMUND 25\\nShamed. Thou shalt bid thine Almachildes come\\nAnd speak with thee by nightfall. Say, the queen\\nWill give not up the maiden so beloved\\nAnd truth it is, I love thee willingly\\nTo the arms of one her husband loves: but were it\\nShame, utter shame, that he should wed not her,\\nThe shamefast queen could choose not. Then shall he\\nPlead. Then shalt thou turn gentler than the snow\\nThat softens at the strong sun s kiss, and yield.\\nBut needs must night be close about your love\\nAnd darkness whet your kisses. Light were death.\\nHast thou no heart to guess now Fear not then.\\nNot thou but I must put on shame. I lack\\nA hand for mine to grasp and strike with. His\\nI have chosen.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nI see but as by lightning. Queen,\\nWhat should I do but warn the king or him\\nROSAMUND.\\nThou hast sworn. I hold thee by thy word.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "26 ROSAMUND act n\\nHILDEGARD.\\nMy Christ,\\nHelp me\\nROSAMUND.\\nNo God can break thine oath in twain\\nAnd leave thee less than perjured. Thou must bid him\\nMake thee to-night his bride.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nI could not say it.\\nROSAMUND.\\nThou shalt, or God shall smite thee down to hell.\\nWhat, art thou godless\\nHILDEGARD.\\nArt not thou\\nROSAMUND.\\nNot I.\\nI find him just and gracious, girl: he gives me\\nMy right by might set fast on thine and thee.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nFor love of mercy, queen for honour s sake,", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "act ii ROSAMUND\\nBid me not shame myself before a man\\nThe man I love who gives me back at least\\nHonour, if love he gives not.\\nROSAMUND.\\nAy, my maid i\\nAnd yet he loves thee, or thy maiden thought\\nErrs with no gracious error, more than thou\\nHim?\\nHILDEGARD.\\nArt thou woman born, to cast me back\\nMy maiden shame for shame upon my face\\nI would not say I loved him more than man\\nLoved ever woman since the light of love\\nLit them alive together. Let us be.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI will not. Mine are both by God s own gift.\\nI will not .cast it from me. Ye may live\\nHereafter happy: never now shall I.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nHave mercy. Nay, I cannot do it. And thou,", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "28 ROSAMUND act n\\nAlbeit thine heart be hot with hate as hell,\\nCouldst say not, nor fold round with fairer speech,\\nThose foul three words the Egyptian woman said\\nWho tempted and could tempt not Joseph.\\nROSAMUND.\\nNo.\\nHe would not hearken. Joseph loved not her\\nMore than thine Almachildes me. But thou\\nShalt. Now no more may I debate with thee.\\nGo.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nGod requite thee\\nR S A M U N D\\nThat shall he and I,\\nNot thou, make proof of. If I plead with him,\\nI crave of God but wrong s requital. Go.\\n[Exit HlLDEGARD.\\nAnd yet, God help me Can I do it God s will\\nMay no man thwart, or leave his righteousness\\nBaffled. I would not say, My will be done,", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "act ii ROSAMUND 29\\nWere God s will not for righteousness as mine,\\nIf right be righteous, wrong be wrong, must be.\\nHow else may God work wrong s requital I\\nMust be or none may be his minister.\\nAnd yet what righteousness is his to cast\\nAthwart my way toward right this wrong to me,\\nA sin against the soul and honour Why\\nMust this vile word of yet cross all my thought\\nAlways, a drifting doom or doubt that still\\nStrikes up and floats against 1113 purpose God,\\nHelp me to know it This weapon chosen of me,\\nThis Almachildes, were his face not fair,\\nWere not his fame bright were his aspect foul,\\nHis name dishonourable, his line through life\\nA loathing and a spitting-stock for scorn,\\nCould I do this Am I then even as they\\nWho queened it once in Rome s abhorrent face\\nAn empress each, and each by right of sin\\nProstitute All the life I have lived or loved\\nHath been, if snows or seas or wellsprings be,", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "30 ROSAMUND act 11\\nPure as the spirit of love toward heaven is chaste\\nAs children s eyes or mothers Though I sinned\\nAs yet my soul hath sinned not, Albovine\\nMust bear, if God abhor unrighteousness,\\nThe weight of penance heaviest laid on sin,\\nShame. Not on me may shame be set, though hell\\nTake hold upon me dying. I would the deed\\nWere done, the wreak of wrath were wroken, and I\\nDead.\\nEnter Albovine.\\nalbovine.\\nArt thou sick at heart to see me\\nROSAMUND.\\nNo.\\nALBOVINE.\\nThou art sweet and wise as ever God hath made\\nWoman. I would not turn thine heart from me\\nOr set thy spirit against the sense of mine\\nFor more than Rome s old empire.\\nROSAMUND.\\nThat, albeit", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "act ii ROSAMUND 31\\nThou wouldst, be sure thou canst not. God nor man\\nCould wake within me toward my lord the king\\nA new strange love or loathing. Fear not this.\\nALBOVINE.\\nFrom thee can I fear nothing. Now I know\\nHow high thy heart is, and how true to me.\\nROSAMUND.\\nThou knowest it now.\\nALBOVINE.\\nI know not if I should\\nRepent me, or repent not, that I tried\\nA heart so high so sorely proved so true.\\nROSAMUND.\\nDo not repent. I would not have thee now\\nRepent.\\nALBOVINE.\\nBy Christ, if God forbade it not,\\nI would have said within mine own fool s heart,\\nOf all vile things that fool the soul of man\\nThe vilest and the priestliest hath to name", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "32 ROSAMUND act ii\\nRepentance. Could it blot one hour s work out,\\nA wise thing and a manful thing it were.\\nAnd profit were it none for priests to preach.\\nThis will I tell thee what last night befell\\nRejoices not but irks me.\\nROSAMUND.\\nLet it not\\nRejoice nor irk thee. Vex thou not thy soul\\nWith any thought thereon, if none may bid thee\\nRejoice and that were harsh and hard of heart.\\nALBOVINE.\\nI will not. Queen and wife, hell durst not say\\nI do not love thee.\\nROSAMUND.\\nHeaven has heard and I.\\nALBOVINE.\\nForget then all this foolishness, and pray\\nGod may forget it.\\nROSAMUND.\\nGod forgets as I. [Exit Albovine.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "act ii ROSAMUND 33\\nAnd had repentance helped him Shall I think\\nIt might have molten in my burning heart\\nThe thrice-retempered iron of resolve\\nYet well it is to know that penitence\\nLies further from that frozen heart of his\\nThan mercy from the tiger s. Ay, God knows,\\nI had scorned him too had penitence bowed him down\\nBefore me now I do but hate. I am not\\nAbased as wholly, so supremely shamed,\\nAs though I had wedded one as hard as he\\nWho yet might think to soften down with words\\nWhat hardly might be cleansed with tears of blood,\\nThe monumental memory graven on steel\\nThat burns the naked spirit of sense within me\\nLike the ardent sting of keen-edged ice, which makes\\nThe naked flesh feel fire upon it.\\nEnter Almachildes.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nQueen,\\nI come to crave a word of thee.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "34 ROSAMUND act ii\\nROSAMUND.\\nI hear.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nThou knowest I love thy noble Hildegard\\nAnd leather would I give my soul to burn\\nThan wrong in thought her flawless maidenhood.\\nAnd now she hath told me what I dare not think\\nTruth. And I dare not think her lips may lie.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI have heard. And what is this to me She hath not\\nSaid hath not told thee, nor wouldst thou believe\\nThat I have breathed a lie upon her lips\\nOr taught them shamelessness by lesson\\nALMACHILDES.\\nNo.\\nBut she came forth from thee to me from thee\\nAnd spake with quivering mouth and quailing eyes\\nAnd face whose fire turned ashen, and again\\nRekindling from that ashen agony\\nFlamed, what no heart could think to hear her speak,\\nMine least of all, who love her.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "act ii ROSAMUND 35\\nROSAMUND.\\nAy?\\nALMACHILDES.\\nNot she,\\nI know it as sure as night is known from day\\nAnd surelier than I know mine own soul s truth,\\nSpake what she spake in broken bursts of breath\\nOut of her own heart and its love for me.\\n.ROSAMUND.\\nDidst thou so answer her\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI might not well\\nAnswer at all.\\nROSAMUND.\\nPoor maid, she hath loved amiss.\\nBelike she thought to find in thee a man s\\nLove.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nThat she hath found nought meaner than a man s\\nNo wolfish lust of ravenous insolence\\nTo soil and spoil her of her noblest name.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "m ROSAMUND act n\\nROSAMUND.\\nI do not ask thee what she said. I know.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI knew thou didst.\\nROSAMUND.\\nTo make your bridal sure\\nShe bade thee make thy bride of her to-night.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nShe bade me as a slave might bid the scourge\\nFall.\\nROSAMUND.\\nSuch a scourge no slave might shrink from nay,\\nNo free-born woman, Almachildes.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nQueen,\\nI crave thy queenly mercy though I say\\nMy maid, my bride that will be, shrank, and showed\\nIn all the rosebright anguish of her face\\nA shuddering shame that wrung my heart. And thou\\nHast surely set thereon that seal of shame.\\nI know it as thou dost.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "act 11 ROSAMUND\\nROSAMUND.\\nAy, and more she said,\\nSurely she said I would not yield her up\\nTo the arms of one my husband loves and holds\\nHonoured at heart I hate my husband so.\\nShe told thee were the need avoidable\\nSave by her sacrifice to shame.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nThou knowest\\nAll, as I knew, and lacked not from thy lips\\nConfession.\\nROSAMUND.\\nWarrior though thou be, and boy\\nThough my lord call thee, brainless art thou not\\nNo sword with man s face carven on the heft\\nFor mockery more than truth or help in fight.\\nI do not and I durst not play with thee.\\nThy bride spake truth: I knew not she might need\\nSo much of truth to tempt thee toward her. Now\\nThou knowest, and I know. If this imminent night", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "38 ROSAMUND act ii\\nMake not thy darkling bride of her, by day\\nThy bride she may be never. She hath sworn.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nWhy wouldst thou shame her\\nROSAMUND.\\nShamed she cannot be\\nIf thou be found not shameless. Plead no more\\nAgainst thine own love s surety. Doubt thou not\\nI wish thee well, and love her. Make not thou\\nOut of her shamefast maidenhood and fear\\nA sword to cleave your happiness in twain.\\nWhat if some oath constrain me, sworn in haste,\\nInfrangible for shame s sake, sealed in heaven\\nInevitable Ask now no more of me.\\nNightfall is here upon us. Nought on earth\\nMay set the season of your bridal back\\nIf thou be true as she must. Wait awhile\\nHere till a sign be sent thee till a bell\\nStrike softly from this chamber here at hand.\\nI have sworn to her she shall not see thy face.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "act ii ROSAMUND 8.9\\nSo sore she prayed she might not and for thee\\nI swore that ere the darkling air grew grey\\nThou shouldst arise and leave her, and behold\\nThy midnight bride but when thou art bidden again\\nTo meet her here to-morrow. Strange it were,\\nMore strange than aught of all, that thou shouldst prove\\nDishonourable and except thou be, these things\\nMust all be wrought in this wise, lest her oath\\nAnd mine, at peril of her soul and life,\\nBy passionate forgetfulness of thine\\nDisloyally be broken. Swear to us now\\nThou wilt not break our oath and thine, or think\\nTo look to-night upon thy bride.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI swear.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI take thine oath. I bid not thee take heed\\nThat I or thou or each of us at once,\\nCouldst thou play false, may die I bid thee think\\nThy bride will die, shamed. Swear me not again", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "40 ROSAMUND act n\\nShe shall not all our trust is set on thee.\\nWhat eyes and ears are keen about us here\\nThou knowest not. Love, my love and thine for her,\\nShall deafen and shall blind them. Be but thou\\nA bridegroom blind and dumb speak soft as love,\\nAnd ask not answer louder than a sigh\\nAnd when to-morrow sets thy bride and thee\\nHere face to face again, thy soul shall stand\\nAmazed thy joy shall turn to wonder. This\\nThy queen, whose power may seal her promise fast,\\nSwears for thine oath again to thee. Good night.\\n[Eati.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI cannot think I live. Our Sigurd loved not\\nBrynhild as I love her, and even this hour\\nShall make us great as they. No spell to break,\\nNo fire to pass, divides us. Blind and dumb,\\nLove knows, would I be ever while I live\\nFor love s sake rather than forego the joy\\nThat makes one godlike power of spirit and sense,\\nOne godhead born of manhood. God requite", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "act ii ROSAMUND 41\\nThe queen who loves my love and cares for me\\nThus How may man or God requite her Ah\\n[Bel/ rings softly from within.\\nThere sounds the note that opens heaven on me,\\nAnd how should man dare heaven But love may dare.\\n[Exit.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "ACT III\\nAn eastward room in the Palace.\\nEnter Albovine.\\nALBOVINE.\\nTHIS sun no sun like ours burns out my soul.\\nI would, when June takes hold on us like fire,\\nThe wind could waft and whirl us northward here\\nThe splendour and the sweetness of the world\\nEat out all joy of life or manhood. Earth\\nIs here too hard on heaven the Italian air\\nToo bright to breathe, as fire, its next of kin,\\nToo keen to handle. God, whoe er God be,\\nKeep us from withering as the lords of Rome\\nSlackening and sickening toward the imperious end\\nThat wiped them out of empire Yea, he shall.\\nEnter Hildegard.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nThe queen would wait upon your majesty.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "act in ROSAMUND 43\\nALBOVINE.\\nBid her come in. And tell her ere she come\\nI wait upon her will.\\n[Exit HlLDEGARD,\\nWhat would she now\\nEnter Rosamund.\\nBy Christ, how fair thou art I never saw thee\\nSo like the sun in heaven no rose on earth\\nMight think to match thee.\\nROSAMUND.\\nAll I am is thine.\\nALBOVINE.\\nMine God might come from heaven to worship thee.\\nThine eyes outlighten all the stars thy face\\nLeaves earth no flower to worship.\\nROSAMUND.\\nHow should earth\\nWorship her children Nought it is in me,\\nMy lord s dear love it is, that makes me seem\\nFair.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "44 ROSAMUND [act in\\nALBOVINE.\\nHow thou best thou knowest not. Rosamund,\\nWhat hast thou done to be so beautiful\\nROSAMUND.\\nThe sun has left thine eyes half blind.\\nALBOVINE.\\nI dare not\\nKiss thee, or stare straight-eyed against the sun.\\nROSAMUND.\\nKiss me. Who knows how long the lord of life\\nMay spare us time for kissing Life and love\\nAre less than change and death.\\nALBOVINE.\\nWhat ghosts are they\\nSo sweet thou never wast to me before.\\nThe woman that is God the God that is\\nWoman the sovereign of the soul of man,\\nOur fathers Freia, Venus crowned in Rome,\\nHas lent my love her girdle but her lips\\nHave robbed the red rose of its heart, and left", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "act in ROSAMUND 45\\nNo glory for the flower beyond all flowers\\nTo bid the spring be glad of.\\nROSAMUND.\\nSummer and spring\\nMay cleanse an9 heal the heart of man no more\\nThan winter may, or withering autumn. Sire,\\nHusband and lord, I have a woful word\\nTo speak against a man beloved of thee,\\nA man well worth all glory man may give\\nAgainst thine Almaehildes.\\nALBOVINE.\\nHas the boy\\nTransgressed again in lawless heat of speech\\nAnd kindled wrath in thee against him thee,\\nWho stood st between my wrath and him\\nROSAMUND.\\nI would\\nHis were no more transgression than of speech.\\nHe hath wronged I bid thee ask of me no more\\nA noble maiden. Till her shame be healed,", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "46 ROSAMUND act in\\nHer name is dead upon my lips and his,\\nWho is yet not all ignoble.\\nALBOVINE.\\nHe shall die\\nExcept he wed her, and she will to wed.\\nROSAMUND.\\nThat surely will she.\\nALBOVINE.\\nBid him hither.\\nROSAMUND.\\nSee,\\nThere strides he through the sunshine toward the shade.\\nHow light and high he steps He sees thee. Bid him\\nBeckon him in.\\nALBOVINE.\\nHe knows mine eye. He comes.\\nROSAMUND.\\nObedient as a hound is.\\nALBOVINE.\\nAs a man\\nThat knows the law of loyal manhood.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "act in ROSAMUND 47\\nROSAMUND.\\nAy?\\nGod send it be so.\\nEnter Almachildes.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nQueen and king, I am here.\\nWhat would you\\nALBOVINE.\\nTruth. Hast thou not borne thyself\\nToward any soul on earth disloyally\\nEver\\nALMACHILDES.\\nNever.\\nALBOVINE.\\nI would not say thou best.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nDo not: the lie should burn thy lips up, king.\\nALBOVINE.\\nThou hast wrought no wrong toward man or woman\\nALMACHILDES.\\nNone.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "48 ROSAMUND act in\\nALBOVINE.\\nSpeak thou thou hast heard him answer me.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI have heard.\\nNo wrong it may be with the serf s of hell\\nTo cast upon a woman for a curse\\nShame to defile the spirit and shrine of love,\\nPut out the sunlike eyes of maidenhood\\nAnd leave the soul dismantled. Has not he\\nSo sinned Hast thou wrought no such work as this?\\nThe king has heard thy silence.\\nALM ACHILDES.\\nQueen and king,\\nI have done no wrong, but right. I have chosen my bride,\\nAnd made her mine by gentle grace of hers\\nLest wrong should come between us. Now no man\\nMay think to unwed us: king nor queen may cross\\nThis wedded love of ours: no thwart or stay\\nMay sunder us till heaven and earth turn hell.\\nALBOVINE.\\nI deemed not thee dishonourable: and thy queen", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "act in ROSAMUND 49\\nNow knows thee true as I did. Rosamund,\\nForgive and give him back his bride.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI will,\\nKing.\\nALBOVINE.\\nBoy, thy queen hath shown thee grace; be thou\\nThankful. I leave thee here to yield her thanks.\\n[Exit\\nALMACHILDES.\\nQueen, I would die to serve and thank thee.\\nROSAMUND.\\nDie?\\nSo young and glad and glorious Thou shalt not\\nDie. Was thy bride s face bright to look upon\\nWhen last night s moon and stars illumined it\\nALMACHILDES.\\nThou knowest I might not look upon it.\\nROSAMUND.\\nNo.\\nThou hast never loved before", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "50 ROSAMUND act m\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI have loathed, not loved,\\nThe loveless harlots clasped of all the camp:\\nI have followed wars and visions all my days\\nEven till my love s eyes lit and stung to life\\nThe soul within my body. Till I loved,\\nI knew not woman.\\nROSAMUND.\\nNow thou knowest. This love\\nIs no good lord no gentle god no soft\\nSaviour. Thou knowest perchance thy bride s name\\nhers\\nWhose body and soul were one but now with thine\\nALMACHILDES.\\nHow should not I What darkling light is this\\nThat burns and broods and lightens in thine eyes,\\nQueen\\nROSAMUND.\\nHildegard it was not.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nArt not thou", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "act in ROSAMUND 51\\nOr am not I sun-smitten through the brain\\nBy this mad might of midsummer Who was it\\nThat slept or slept not with me while the night\\nWas more than noon and more than heaven What name\\nWas hers who made me godlike\\nROSAMU ND.\\nRosamund.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nThine Was it thou It was not.\\nROSAMUND.\\nIt was I.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nDoes the sun stand in heaven Or stands it fast\\nAs when God bade it halt on high My life\\nIs broken in me.\\nROSAMUND.\\nNay, fair sir, not yet.\\nThy life is now mine as the ring I wear\\nThat seals my hand a wife s. Die thou shalt not,\\nBut slay, and live.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "52 ROSAMUND act m\\nALMACHILDES.\\nSlay whom\\nROSAMUND.\\nThy lord and mine.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI had rather go down quick to hell.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI know it.\\nI leave thee not the choice. Keep thou thy hand\\nBloodless, and Hildegard, whom yet I love,\\nDies, and in fire, the harlot s death of shame.\\nLast night she lured thee hither. Hate of me,\\nBecause of late I smote her, being in wrath\\nForgetful of her noble maidenhood,\\nStung her for shame s sake to take hands with shame.\\nThis if I swear, may she unswear it Thou\\nCanst not but say she bade thee seek her. She\\nLives while I will, as Albovine and thou\\nLive by my grace and mercy. Live, or die.\\nBut live thou shalt not longer than her death,", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "act in ROSA M U N D 53\\nHer death by burning, if thou slay not him.\\nI see my death shine in thine eyes: I see\\nMy present death inflame them. That were not\\nHer sm-ety, Almachildes. Thou shouldst know me\\nNow. Though thou slay me, this may save not her.\\nMy lines are laid about her life, and may not\\nBy breach of mine be broken.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nGod must be\\nDead. Such a thing as thou could never else\\nLive.\\nROSAMUND.\\nThat concerns not thee nor me. Be thou\\nSure that my will and power to serve it live.\\nLift now thine eyes to look upon thy lord.\\nRe-enter Albovine.\\nALBOVINE.\\nBy this time hath he thanked thee not enough\\nROSAMUND.\\nMore hath he given than thanks.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "54 ROSA M U N D act hi\\nALBOVINE.\\nWhat more may be\\nROSAMUND.\\nHis plighted faith to heal the wrong he wrought\\nFaithfully.\\nALBOVINE.\\nBoy, strike then thy hand in mine.\\nThou art loyal as I knew thee.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nKing, I may not\\nTouch hands with thee.\\nALBOVINE.\\nThou art false, then, ha? Thou hast lied?\\nALMACHILDES.\\nKing, till the wrong I have wrought be wreaked or\\nhealed\\nI clasp not hands with honour. Nay, and then\\nPerchance I may not.\\nALBOVINE.\\nBoy I called thee: child\\nI call thee now. But, boy, the child thou art\\nIs noble as our sires.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "act in ROSAMUND .55\\nALMACHILDES.\\nWould God it were\\n[Exit.\\nALBOVINE.\\nWhat ails him\\nROSAMUND.\\nLove and shame.\\nALBOVINE\\nNo more than these\\nROSAMUND.\\nEnough are they to darken death and life.\\nALBOVINE.\\nThou art less than gentle towards his love and him.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI would not speak ungently. Her I love,\\nPoor child, and him I hate not.\\nALBOVINE.\\nThou shalt live\\nTo love him too.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "56 ROSAMUND act hi\\nROSAMUND.\\nThis heaviness of heat\\nKills love and hate and life in me. I know not\\nEught lovesome save the sweet brief death of sleep.\\nALBOVINE.\\nI am weary as thou. Good night we may not say\\nGood noon I bid thee. Sleep shall heal us.\\nROSAMUND.\\nAy;\\nNo healing and no help for life on earth\\nHath God or man found out save death and sleep.\\n[Exeunt.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "ACT IV\\nTlie same Scene.\\nEnter Almachildes and Hildegard.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nHast thou forgiven me\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI have not forgiven\\nGod.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nWilt thou slay thy soul and mine\\nALMACHILDES.\\nWilt thou\\nMadden me God hath given us up to her\\nWho is deadlier than the fiery fang of death\\nUs, innocent and loyal.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nNay, if I\\nForgive her love of thee though this be hard,\\nCanst thou forgive not", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "58 ROSAMUND act iv\\nALMACHILDES.\\nSweet, for thee and me\\nRemains no rescue save by death or flight\\nFrom worse than flight or death is.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nWorse is nought\\nBut shame: and how may shame take hold on us,\\nOn us who have sinned not Me she bound to play thee\\nFalse, and betray thee to her arms I might not\\nChoose, though my heart should rend itself in twain\\nAnd cleave with ravenous anguish: yet I live.\\nVex not thy soul too sorely: me, not her,\\nThy spirit embraced, thine arms and lips made thine\\nMe, not my darkling wraith, my changeling foe,\\nMy thief of love, our traitress. This I bid thee,\\nForget thy fear and shame to have wronged me: night\\nBreeds treacherous dreams that can but poison day\\nIf thought be found so base a fool as dares\\nFear. Did I doubt thy love of me, I durst not\\nLive or look back upon thee.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "act iv ROSAMUND 59\\nALMACIIILDES.\\nWilt thou then\\nFly?\\nHILDEGARD.\\nDost thou know what flight means thou\\nIt means\\nFear. And is fear a new-born friend of thine\\nALMACHILDES.\\nGod help us if he live, and hate not man\\nIf Satan be not God. We will not fly.\\nEnter Albovine and Rosamund.\\nalbovine.\\nFly What should love at height of happiness\\nOr youth at height of honour fear and fly\\nWould ye take wing for heaven take shame on earth\\nTo wed in peace and honour\\nALMACHILDES.\\nNo, my king.\\nNo, surely.\\nROSAMUND.\\nWeep not, maiden. Dost not thou,", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "00 ROSAMUND act iv\\nMan, that we thought her bridegroom sealed of love,\\nLove her\\nALMACHILDES.\\nNo saint loved ever God as I\\nHer.\\nROSAMUND.\\nAnd betray her to shame thou wouldst not See,\\nMy lord, the silent answer flash aloud\\nFrom cheek and eye a goodly witness. Thou,\\nMy maiden, dost thou love not him Nay, speak.\\nHILDEGARD.\\n1 cannot say it I cannot strive to say.\\nROSAMUND.\\nThou shalt. Are all we not fast bound in love\\nMy lord and thine, my maiden and her queen,\\nA fourfold chain of faith twice linked of love\\nSpeak let not shame find place where shame is none.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nI will not. King and queen and God shall hear.\\nI love him as our songs of old time say", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "act iv ROSAMUND 61\\nMen have been loved of women akin to gods\\nBy blood as they by spirit, albeit in me\\nNought lives that woman or man or God could say\\nWere worth his love, if mine by grace of love\\nBe found not all unworthy. Mine am I\\nNo more mine own in no wise now, but his\\nTo save or slay, to cherish or cast out,\\nCrown and discrown, abase and comfort. Shame\\nWere more to me than honour if his will\\nIt were that shame should clothe me round, and life\\nWere the only death left fearful if he bade me\\nDie. Could his love be turned from me, and set\\nOn one less loving but more fair than I,\\nA thrall more base than treason or a queen\\nToo high for shame to brand her shameful, even\\nThough sin had stamped and signed her foul as fraud\\nAnd loathsome as a masked adulterous lie,\\nHers would I make him if I might, and yield\\nTo her the hatefullest of hell-born things\\nThe man found lovelier by my love than heaven.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "62 ROSAMUND act tv\\nROSAMUND.\\nGreat love is this to brag of great and strange.\\nIIILDEGARD.\\nLove is no braggart lust and fraud and hate\\nVaunt their vile strength when shame unveils them\\nlove\\nVaunts not itself. I spake not uncompelled,\\nAnd blushed not out the avowal.\\nALBOVINE.\\nBoy, I held\\nAnd hold thee noblest of my lords of war,\\nAnd worthier than thine elders born and tried\\nEre battle found thee ripe and glad at heart\\nTo stem and swim the tide of spears but this\\nI know not if thou be or any man\\nBe worthy of.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nOf all men born on earth\\nI am most unworthy of it. None might be\\nWorthy.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "act iv J ROSAMUND 63\\nROSAMUND.\\nHe weeps thy boy is humble.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nQueen,\\nI weep not. Shamed with no ignoble shame\\nThou seest me but I weep not. Yea, God knows,\\nHumbled I am, and humble not to thee.\\nALBOVINE.\\nChafe not and thou, queen though thou be, and mine,\\nTempt not a true man s wrath with words that bear\\nFangs keener than thou knowest of.\\nROSAMUND.\\nKing, henceforth,\\nBeing warned, I will not. Dangerous as the sea\\nA true man s wrath is and a true man s love\\nA woman s hath no peril in it her tears\\nWash wrath and peril away.\\nALBOVINE.\\nI have never seen thee\\nWeep.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "64 ROSAMUND act rv\\nROSAMUND.\\nHow should I weep I, thy wife?\\nALBOVINE.\\nI have heard thee\\nLaugh and thy smiles were always bright as fire.\\nROSAMUND.\\nWell were it with me ay, and reason found\\nFor me to live and do the living world\\nSome service could my husband warm thereat\\nHis heart as winter-stricken hands in frost\\nAre warmed at winter fires.\\nALBOVINE.\\nNo need, no need\\nThe sun thou art warms all our year with love,\\nAnd leaves no chill on winter.\\nROSAMUND.\\nAlbovine,\\nLove now secludes us not from sight of man\\nFrom sight of this my maiden and the man", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "act iv ROSAMUND 65\\nWho shines but as the battle s boy for thee\\nBut lives for me my maiden s lover true\\nAs truth is Almachildes.\\nALBOVINE.\\nHow thy lips\\nHang lingering on his name as though t were thou\\nThat loved him Thou shouldst love thy maiden well.\\nROSAMUND.\\nAs she loves me I love her. Hildegard,\\nLeave us. Thou knowest I love thee.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nQueen, I know. [Exit.\\nALBOVINE.\\nWhat ails the boy what rapturous agony\\nTorments and glorifies his glance at her\\nAs with delight in torture Cheer thee, man\\nThou art not thus all unworthy.\\nROSAMUND.\\nSpare him, king,", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "OG ROSAMUND act iv\\nA king may guess not how a man s heart yearns\\nWith all unkingly sense of love and shame\\nNot all unmanly.\\nALBOVINE.\\nShame is none to be\\nLoved, and to deem that love exceeds our due\\nWho may not well deserve it. Sick at heart\\nHe seems, and should be gladder than the sea\\nWhen wind and sun strike life in it.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI am not\\nSo stricken, king. I thank thy care of me.\\nALBOVINE.\\nHeart-stricken or shame-stricken art thou\\nROSAMUND.\\nKing,\\nSpare him. Thou knowest not love like his. It burns\\nAnd rends and wrings the spirit.\\nALBOVINE.\\nNo. And thou,\\nDost thou then", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "act iv ROSAMUND ;7\\nROSAMUND.\\nEyes and heart and sense are mine\\nAs weak and strong as woman s can but be\\nAs weak in strength and strong in weakness. Men,\\nBeing wise, and mightier than their mates on earth,\\nNeed no such knowledge born of inborn pain.\\nAs quickens all the spirit of sense in us.\\nWorms know what eagles know not.\\nalbovine.\\nLike enough.\\nRede me no redes and riddles. Never yet\\nI have loved thee more, and yet I have loved thee well.\\nThan now that loving-kindness borne toward love\\nMakes thee so gracious, pleading for it.\\nROSAMUND.\\nLove\\nSees all things lovely thine, if praise there be,\\nNot mine the praise is thee, not me, these twain\\nMust love and worship as their lord of love.\\nALBOVINE.\\nWell, God be good to them and thee and me", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "68 ROSAMUND act iv\\nI would this fierce Italian June were dead,\\nSo hard it weighs upon me.\\nROSAMUND.\\nXow not long\\nShall we sustain or sink aswoon from it\\nIt has but left a day or two to die.\\nALBOVINE.\\nAnd well were that, if summer died with June.\\nTwo red months more must set on sense and soul\\nThe branding-iron stamped of summer nay,\\nThe sea is here no sea to cherish man\\nIt brings no choral comfort back with tides\\nThat surge and sink and swell and chime and change\\nAnd lighten life with music where the breath\\nDies and revives of night and day.\\nROSAMUND.\\nBe thou\\nContent a God hath driven us hither.\\nALBOVINE.\\nYea", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "act iv ROSAMUND 6.9\\nA God of death and fire and strife, whose hand\\nIs heavy on my spirit. Be not ye\\nTroubled, if peace be with you.\\nROSAMUND.\\nPeace to thee.\\n[Exit Albovine.\\nNow follow smite him now thou art strong, but yet\\nThy king is stronger mightier thewed than thou.\\nThou couldst not slay him in fight.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI cannot slay him\\nThus.\\nROSAMUND.\\nCanst thou slay thy bride by fire He dies,\\nOr she dies, bound against the stake. His death\\nWere the easier. Follow him save her strike but once.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI cannot. God requite thee this I will. [Exit.\\nROSAMUND.\\nAnd I will see it. And, father, thou shalt see.\\n[Exit.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "ACT V\\nThe Banqueting-hall.\\nEnter Albovine and Rosamund.\\nALBOVINE.\\nTHIS June makes babes of men last night I\\ndeemed\\nWhen thou hadst wished me peace as I passed forth\\nA footfall pressed behind me soft and fast,\\nAnd turning toward it I beheld nought thee\\nI saw, and Almachildes hard at hand\\nTurned back toward thee nought stranger yet my\\nheart\\nSprang, and sank back. I laughed against myself,\\nThat manhood should be girlish, when the heat\\nBurns life half out within us. Even thine eyes,\\nLike stars before the wind that brings the cloud,\\nLook fainter. Ere they fill the banquet full\\nAnd bid the guests about us where we sit,\\nTell me if aught be worse than well with thee.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "act v ROSAMUND 7\\nROSAMUND.\\nNought.\\nALBOVINE.\\nWilt thou swear it, sweet\\nROSAMUND.\\nBy what thou wilt\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBy God and man by hell and earth and heaven.\\nI know what ails thy loyal heart of love\\nAnd binds thy tongue for fear to bid me know.\\nThe cup we drank of when we feasted last\\nTastes bitter on it yet. Thou wilt not bid me\\nPledge thee therein again. If I bid thee,\\nPledge me thou shalt and seal thy pardon.\\nALBOVINE.\\nBe not\\nToo sweet for woman.\\nROSAMUND.\\nCross me not in this.\\nALBOVINE.\\nMine old fast friend Narsetes hath my word\\nPlighted. All funeral reverence shall inter\\nThe royal relic, and all thought therewith", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "72 ROSA M U N I) act\\nOf strife between thy father s child and me\\nOr less than love and honour.\\nROSAMUND.\\nNay, my lord,\\nLet the dead thing live as a lifelong sign\\nOf perfect plight in love and union. This\\nWere no dishonour done to fatherhood\\nBut honour shown to wedlock. Here is spread\\nThe feast, the bride-feast of my love and thine,\\nWhereat the cup of death shall serve our lips\\nTo drink forgetfulness of all but love.\\nHerein thou shalt not thwart me.\\nALBOVINE.\\nGod forbid.\\nROSAMUND.\\nGod hath forbidden and God shall be obeyed.\\nBid thy Narsetes play the cup-bearer,\\nAnd I will pour the wine my hand shall fill\\nThe sacramental draught of love that seals\\nOur eucharist of wedlock.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "act v ROSAMUND 73\\nALBOVrttE.\\nYea, I know\\nTo drink with thee is even to drink with God.\\nThou art good as any God was ever.\\nIKis MUND.\\nAy\\nWe know not till we die.\\nI. BO VINE.\\nThou art wise and true\\nAs ever maid was born of the oldworld north\\nIn the oldworld years of legend. Bid Narsetes\\nBring thee the chalice thou shalt mix the draught\\nWhence we will drink life, if true love be life,\\nEven from the lipless mouth of bone that speaks\\nDeath.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI will mix it well with honey and herb\\nSweet as the mead our fathers drank, and dreamed\\nTheir gods so drank in heaven draughts deep and\\nstrong", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "74 ROSAMUND act v\\nAs life is strong and death is deep. I go\\nTo bid Narsetes hither. [Exit.\\nALBOVINE.\\nNay, by God,\\nWhoever God be, never Christ or Thor\\nBeheld or blessed a nobler wife, Avhose love\\nWas found through proof of purity by fire\\nMore like our northern stars and snows and suns,\\nAnd sane in strong sufficiency of soul\\nAs womanhood by godhead from the womb\\nElected and exalted.\\nEnter Narsetes.\\nNARSETES.\\nKing, thy wife\\nHath given me back thy message given h^r.\\nALBOVINE.\\nAy?\\nAnd thou hast given her back my cup, then\\nNARSETES.\\nKing,", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "act v ROSAMUND 7\\nI have given it. Loth to give it if I were,\\nYe know: she knows as thou: thou knowest as she.\\nALBOVINE.\\nWhat ails thee to distaste thy duty Man,\\nThou shouldst be glad, being loyal. Knowest thou not\\nHer will it was that we should pledge therein\\nTo-night, this hour, our lifelong love, and seal it\\nMore surely so than priest or prayer can seal\\nNARSETES.\\nHer will it was, I know, not thine. I would\\nThou hadst not yielded up to hers thy will.\\nALBOVINE.\\nThou liest I have not yielded it I have given\\nLove, willing as the springtide sea gives up\\nHer will to the eastern sea-wind s.\\nNARSETES.\\nLove should give\\nNo more than love should crave of love: and this\\nIs such a gift as hate might crave of death\\nOr priests of God when angered.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "76 ROSAMUND act v\\nALBOVINE.\\nHark thee, man.\\nThou art old, and when I loved thee first and found\\nthee\\nMy lord and leader down the ways of war,\\nMy master born by right of manfulness\\nAnd steersman through the surf of battle, time\\nGaped as a gulf between us sire and son\\nWe might be: now I bid thee hold thy peace,\\nLest all these memories perish, and their death\\nGive life more strong than theirs to wrath, and leave\\nthee\\nShelterless as a waif of the air when storm\\nDrives bird and beast to deathward. What I bade thee\\nI bid thee do, and leave me.\\nNARSETES.\\nKing, I go. [Exit.\\nALBOVINE.\\nWhat, have I played the Berserk with my friend\\nSo should not kings. What meant he Men wax old,\\nAnd use eats out the natural sense of love", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "act v ROSA M UND 77\\nWhich gives the soul sight of such nobler things\\nAs trust may see by grace of truth more fair\\nThan doubt would fear to dream of. Rosamund\\nKnows more by might of faith and love than he.\\nAnd yet I would, and yet I would not, fool\\nAs even in mine own eyes I am, she had not\\nGiven me this proof, desired of me this sign,\\nHow clear her soul is toward me save of love,\\nTo attest her pardon of me. Would it were\\nSunrise to-morrow\\nEnter Almachildes and Hildegard.\\nWhence come these, to bring\\nSunrise about me Nay, I bade you be\\nHere. Does thy memory too not fail thee, boy,\\nBurnt out by stress of summer\\nALMACHILDES.\\nNo.\\nALBOVINE.\\nNor hers\\nHILDEGARD.\\nHow might it, king Thou art good to us.", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "78 ROSAMUND act v\\nALBOVINE.\\nAll things born\\nSeem good to lovers in their spring of love.\\nAnd all men should be. Maiden, God doth well\\nTo give us foresight of the sight of heaven\\nBy looking in such eyes as love like thine\\nKindles and veils for love s sake. Fain was I\\nTo see my boy s bride and her bridegroom here\\nBefore the feast broke in on us, and bless\\nTheir love with mine if mine be blessing.\\nHILDEGARD.\\nSire,\\nAs the earth gives thanks in spring for the April sun\\nI would and cannot yield you thanks for this.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI cannot thank at all. I cannot thank\\nGod.\\nALBOVINE.\\nArt thou mazed with love For her thou canst not\\nThank God What feverish doubt of love or life\\nCrazes or cramps thy spirit", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "act v ROSAMUND 79\\nALMACHILDES.\\nI cannot say.\\nMy heart, if any heart be left in me,\\nIs as it was not thankless: yet, my king,\\nI know not how to thank thee.\\nALBOVINE.\\nThank me not:\\nI did not bid thee thank me. Love thy love,\\nAnd God be with you: so may God be found\\nThankworthier. Keep some heart in thee awhile\\nFor God s and her sake.\\nALMACHILDES.\\nAll I may I will.\\nRe-enter Rosamvnd, followed by Narsetes and\\nGuests.\\nALBOVINE.\\nSit, friends and warriors: thou, my boy, next me,\\nAnd by my wife thy bride. This night, that leaves\\nBut two days more for June to burn and live,\\nPlights with my queen s troth mine in life and death", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "ho R O SAMUND act v\\nThis last one time for ever, in the cup\\nWhence none shall drink hereafter. Not in scorn,\\nSirs, but in honour now the draught is pledged\\nBetween us, ere this relic stand enshrined\\nAnd hallowed as a saint s on the altar. Queen,\\nI drink to thee.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI thank thee. Good Narsetes,\\nGive him the chalice. Women slain by fire\\nThirst not as I to pledge thee.\\n[As Albovine is about to take the cup,\\nAlmachildes rises and stabs him.\\nalbovine.\\nThou, my boy [Dies.\\nROSAMUND.\\nI. But he hears not. Now, my warrior guests,\\nI drink to the onward passage of his soul\\nDeath. Had my hand turned coward or played me false,\\nThis man that is my hand, and less than I\\nAnd less than he bloodguilty, this my death", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "act v ROSAMUND 81\\nHad been my husband s: now he has left it me.\\n[Drinks.\\nHow innocent are all but he and I\\nNo time is mine to tell you. Truth shall tell.\\nI pardon thee, my husband: pardon me. [Dies.\\nNARSETES.\\nLet none make moan. This doom is none of man s.\\nTHE END", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "mi\\n014 525 Joi", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "014 525 3!\\nHollinger\\nP H 8.:", "height": "3064", "width": "1842", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n014 525 381\\nHollinger Corp.\\npH8.5", "height": "3299", "width": "2134", "jp2-path": "rosamundqueenofl00swin_0090.jp2"}}