Hub. Are all
Now ready?
Ger. Ay, we wait for you.
Hub. Grant me
A bare half hour—no—not so much. I shall
O'ertake you ere you reach your ship.
[Exit Gersa. Hubert turns to Margaret and finds that she has fainted]
My lady!
Is this, too, for the king?
Mar. [Reviving] You shall not go!