What! Eglantine?
ALISOUN
Yes, she; those four! Child, child,
Wouldst not believe it, how they’ve sneaked and schemed,
Plotted my life, aye, for my money. But
’Twas lust, lust egged him on. Oh God! my son!
And ’twas a cherub ’fore this Geoffrey warped him!
JOHANNA
[To herself.]
They whispered here: and there she said “Dear Aubrey.”