Of devilish malice.
GENEVIVA.
In a jealous fit?
You shall remain.
[She goes up to him: he takes her hands in his, kisses them coldly, and puts them away.]
MARCOMIR.
I did not answer you—
His face was drawn.
GENEVIVA.
And I had given you charge
Of the great restive soldier.
MARCOMIR.
True, I swerved;
I have confessed my sin, and now must bear
The settling of my spirit on the Cross.