Eleanor, Eleanor, have I
Not heard ill things of her in France? Oh, she's
The Queen of France. I see it--some confusion,
Some strange mistake. I did not hear aright,
Myself confused with parting from the King.
MARGERY (_behind scene_).
Bee mustn't buzz,
Whoop--but he knows.
ROSAMUND.
Yet her--what her? he hinted of some her--
When he was here before--
Something that would displease me. Hath he stray'd
From love's clear path into the common bush,
And, being scratch'd, returns to his true rose,
Who hath not thorn enough to prick him for it,
Ev'n with a word?
MARGERY (_behind scene_).
Bird mustn't tell,
Whoop--he can see.
ROSAMUND.
I would not hear him. Nay--there's more--he frown'd
'No mate for her, if it should come to that'--
To that--to what?
MARGERY (_behind scene_).
Whoop--but he knows,
Whoop--but he knows.
ROSAMUND.
O God! some dreadful truth is breaking on me--
Some dreadful thing is coming on me.
[_Enter_ GEOFFREY.
Geoffrey!
GEOFFREY.
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