Come, bruised darling, with thy blood-stained hands!
Thou 'rt mine, my only love! [Embracing her. She moves from him]
Mar. 'Tis you that speak
Wild words. My blood-stained hands? They're free of blood
As the pure angel's who writes golden down
The saintliest deeds of men!
Kent. Whate'er thy words,
Thine eyes are true, and there's no madness in them.
But, Margaret, I found thee by her side——