Marg. The Cardinals at Rome will never hear thee.
Gregory will never, never hear thee.
’Tis vain.
Cath. Fear not for me, I will at once to Rome
And crush this evil matter, get his will
To bring back Gerbhert, if he will not harken,—
Marg. We can but die!
Cath. I will go and make all matters ready,
So early dawn surprise me on my journey.
Marg. Nay, mother, leave me not. I feel as if