Pal.How should I forget?
Mar. Now wilt thou say I love but thy success?
’Twas I betrayed thy men.
Pal.Ha! thou was’t! was’t thou?
(Leaping up from Margaret, who staggers against the wall.)
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From me, sorceress, thou viper, go from me!
Traitress, was’t thou? Thou wast my secret curse!
Sent by the devil, wast thou, to destroy me,
To kill my soul? And bringest now thy money