Marg. An’ what say you, my Gerbhert?
Gerb. That I will fight it to the bitter end,
I will be both or there’s no God in Heaven.
Ariald, thou knowest my good Margaret,
The woman of my choice, my youth’s one love,
I will not give her up. The Holy Father
Shall know of this strange doctrine. He shall judge
’Twixt thee and me.
Arn. Know then thou carnal Priest that even now
He hath decided; ’tis by his own will