It casts a doubt on Heaven, makes of faith
A leper scourged from man's hale faculties,
And love a monster of diseased minds!
Come, dearest Death, and mis-shaped world away!
[Margaret is admitted, left, by a turnkey]
Turnkey. You're honest? All your jewels, ma'am?
Mar. Ay, all!
They have been praised, but had no worth till now
When each one buys a minute with my lord.