Rise, dear Edith.

I am sorry I have played my foolery with a knight in whom you take such deep interest.

Nay, wring not thy hands; I will believe thou carest not for him--believe anything rather than see thee look so wretchedly miserable.

I tell thee I will take the blame on myself with King Richard in behalf of thy fair Northern friend--thine acquaintance, I would say, since thou own'st him not as a friend.

Nay, look not so reproachfully.