Against all frailties of the frail;
And now myself am what I chid before!—
Yet was each step that lured my slippery feet
So good, so lovely, so enticing sweet!
Scene VII.
An enclosed Area.
(In a niche of the wall an image of the Mater dolorosa, with flower-jugs before it.)
Margaret. [placing fresh flowers in the jugs]
O mother rich in sorrows,
Bend down to hear my cry!