Where is there woman strong enough to save
Fair Henry from his flatterers? Not here.
Wouldst cast me to the pool where he must drown?
Hub. Where canst thou hide thy beauty, Margaret?
This is wild talk of forests. Where couldst flee?
What land would shelter thee from England's love
And Scotland's rage? My own—my Margaret—
Where could we go?
Mar. O, Hubert, we?
Hub. I'm mad.