Upon her knees (regard her poor request)
Your favorite, once beloved Margaret, kneels.
John. What would'st thou, lady, ever honor'd Margaret?
Marg. That John would think more nobly of himself,
More worthily of high Heaven;
And not for one misfortune, child of chance,
No crime, but unforeseen, and sent to punish
The less offence, with image of the greater,
Thereby to work the soul's humility,
(Which end hath happily not been frustrate quite,)