To give one grudged tear unto the damned?
That is your pain, you pure, proud Margaret!
... O, madness, seize me!
Mar. By my fears you have
No need to pray for 't.
La. Alb. Conscience, where dost sleep?
Let me tread by nor rouse thee.
Mar. Eleanor?
La. Alb. Whence are those floods of fire? O, Hubert, save me!
Mar. Dear Eleanor, be calm. I did not think