A wife's the key may ope her husband's heart
To all the world. She is the pick and pry
To every lock of trust, and weasels through
His secrets spite all seals. Swear, Hubert, swear
That Margaret shall not know!
Kent. Have I not sworn?
How many times will you demand my oath?
La. Alb. A thousand thousand will not bring me peace!
Kent. Ah, Eleanor, why desolate your days
With this wild fear? 'Tis Heaven you've sinned against,