So young and fair, so helpless to protect
Yourself and child against this wicked world:
Yea, I would help you.
Marg. My heart, had it but room for else than sorrow
Would thank your kindness. You can help me best
By bringing back the father of my child,
The friend who onetime loved you.
Ar. It cannot be, in all things else than that
My power can help you. You sin grievous sin
When you still mourn him.