Win. Too long you have been wronged.
Did not Kent win by stealth the Scottish princess,
Your promised bride? Consorting his base blood
With royalty?—which was his secret aim,
And all his burning love for Margaret
But feigned and politic to gain your pity.
Again he's at your heart! And hopes once more
To bear himself to high success. If not,
With face assumed and sorrowing he'll melt
You to forgiveness.