St. J. What freedom can you want
More than the freedom of the universe?
Lady S. The freedom of the Universe!
St. J. Whereof
My message is the charter.
Lady S. But my husband?
Sir T. You have no husband now. Let Gervase speak
His precept of divorce.
Lady S. No husband now?
Sir T. A prophetess of failure who fulfils
Her prophecy against her husband, severs
The marriage-bond.
Lady S. I knew not what I did!
Oh, Tristram!
St. J. Martha!… Tristram, take her hand!
[Sir Tristram and Lady Sumner join hands.]