And never one to part a wife and husband.
Gel. Let me see yon paper, let me see thou liest.
Nay, ’tis the Pope’s name. This be a damned world!
Good Father Gerbhert, tell us if this paper
Be what he saith? (Hands paper to Gerbhert, who reads.)
(Margaret goes near Gerbhert.)
Gerb. Margaret, come not so near, O Margaret come not so near,—I love thee Margaret—but—O my God!
Marg. Gerbhert, Gerbhert, thou wilt not desert me,
Remember our sweet babe.
Ar. Margaret, touch not that man, he is God’s own. Leave him.