So sought to cast me deeper by this crime,
And we shall wear his foul and scarlet mark
Even unto our graves,—for we must die.
Mar. Enough that we die sinless.
Kent. O, my love,
Who would have died for me!
Mar. And you, dear lord,
Who took such shame upon you for my sake!
Kent. Death was already on me, and 'twas naught
To make addition to my guilt. But you,