La. Alb. That's better. He shall beg
My pardon. [Seats herself]
Mar. How canst think of things so slight
When even now your brother may be lost?
La. Alb. I lose no kingdom with him. That's your theme,
And, lord, you don't neglect it.
Mar. [Walking away from her] O, for word!
Surely some word has come!
La. Alb. Would I were home!