And swear you'd choose him yours from all the world.
He's in the castle now. I'll send him here,
For I'm in haste to bring the marriage on.
Wait here, sweet Margaret.
[Opens doors rear, and she passes slowly through]
Mar. Kill me, my lord!
Hen. Now, by these tears, you'll live to bless me yet,
For from my heart I swear you're better wed
Than if you chose the king.
[Closes doors and calls attendant]