Marg. O Gerbhert, come and kiss our little babe,
Say one good-bye, to home, before you go,
I’ll not detain you, I say it on my knees,
I’ll not detain you.
Gerb. Margaret, would you curse us with your love?
I can hear the Holy Father’s voice
Though he’s in Rome, saying, nay, nay, to thee.
Farewell, Margaret, we will meet in heaven.
(Goes out with Arnulph and Ariald.)
Marg. Nay, I am mad, ’twas this o’er nursing did it.