Chapter 28 No.28

Then the king (amazèd, mild,

As one reasoning with a child

All his speech): 'My wife! my fair!

And his hand on her brown hair

Trembles; 'Lady, dost indeed

Weigh the meaning of thy rede?

Would'st thou dare the dropping away

Of allegiance, should our sway

And sweet splendour and renown

All be risked? (methinks a crown

Do