Marking it for decay. I've yielded much
Unto your noble merit, but no more
Will yield to your proud humor!
Hub. Hear, my lord——
Hen. No words! There is the door. Go in and find
The lady that must be your wife, or down
Come all your brave new honors to the ground!
[Opens door and forces him through. Margaret is lying on the floor, her face hidden]
Hub. O, Heaven! 'Tis Margaret!
Mar. O! [Leaps up, gazes at Hubert and runs to his arms] Hubert,