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him with princely resolution of revenge: it is true, indeed, the different passions of revenge and love long struggled in his breast; but love at last gave way to honour, vowing his love should make his revenge more sharp; and therefore he resolved to go with a well-disciplined army. The king, firm to his resolves, being just ready to depart for Normandy, went, last of all, to take his leave of Rosamond, and to assure her of his love and kindness. The king came in, and found her on the floor, in the utmost grief, sighing such breaths of sorrow, that her lips which lato appeared like buds, were now overblown. It would have raised the pity of a marble breast to see the tears force through her lovely eyes, and lodge them- selves on her red murmering lips, which, after a small respite, said,—"Ah! dearest Prince! how cruel is unkind fortune unto lovers, that we must so soon part; and my presaging soul forebodes never to meet again in this world, if now you leave me to the irreconcileable latred of my merciless enemy, quite void of your royal shelter and protec- tion. O, for this did I resign myself into your arms, and give up my virgin innocence, and un- spotted treasure to your pleasure! O, is there no English general trusty and valiant enough to de- feat and scourge your rebels, but must you be se- parated from your faithful, constant Rosamond, and venture your precious life, which is now dearer to me than my own?" Sho would have proceeded, but sorrow for a time stopped the utterance of her voice; and sho had fallen to the ground, had not the king caught her in his arms, tenderly embracing her, and kiss- ing her wan and faded cheeks and lips a thousand times: then setting her down by him, he said, "Fairest of creatures, afflict me not thus with thy tears, Dearest Rosamond, at my entreaty let them
