It were my husband.

Ar. ’Tis but a friend.

Marg. Then Friend, bring back my husband, bring him back

On my knees I beg it.

Ar. I may not, Margaret, Heaven only hath power

To stay your parting, think no more on Gerbhert.

Marg. Then wherefore here?

Ar. In pity for your sorrow I have come.

A wedded woman, yet no longer wed,