The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate
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What will you put away?
Henry. That which you ask me Till better times. Let it content you now There is no woman that I love so well.
Rosamund. No woman but should be content with that Henry. And one fair child to fondle !
Rosamund. O yes, the child We waited for so long — heaven's gift at last — 706 BECKET.
ACT III.
And how you doted on him then ! To- day I almost fear'd your kiss was colder — yes — But then the child is such a child. What chance That he should ever spread into the man Here in... our silence? I have done my best.
I am not learn'd.
Henry. I am the King, his father, And I will look to it. Is our secret ours?
Have you had any alarm? no stranger?
Rosamund. No.
The warder of the bower hath given himself Of late to wine. I sometimes think he sleeps When he should watch; and yet what fear? the people Believe the wood enchanted. No one comes.
Nor foe nor friend; his fond excess of wine Springs from the loneliness of my poor bower, Which weighs even oh me.
Henry. Yet these tree-towers.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
What will you put away?
Henry. That which you ask me Till better times. Let it content you now There is no woman that I love so well.
Rosamund. No woman but should be content with that Henry. And one fair child to fondle !
Rosamund. O yes, the child We waited for so long — heaven's gift at last — 706 BECKET.
ACT III.
And how you doted on him then ! To- day I almost fear'd your kiss was colder — yes — But then the child is such a child. What chance That he should ever spread into the man Here in... our silence? I have done my best.
I am not learn'd.
Henry. I am the King, his father, And I will look to it. Is our secret ours?
Have you had any alarm? no stranger?
Rosamund. No.
The warder of the bower hath given himself Of late to wine. I sometimes think he sleeps When he should watch; and yet what fear? the people Believe the wood enchanted. No one comes.
Nor foe nor friend; his fond excess of wine Springs from the loneliness of my poor bower, Which weighs even oh me.
Henry. Yet these tree-towers.
What to read after The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Tennyson Alfred Tennyson Baron to read onlineMoreLess
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