Marg. Nay, nay, if sin, then life is all one sin,
One hideous hell, and God but a great devil.
Ar. Woman, you blaspheme.
Marg. Nay, rather thou blasphemest, teaching me
That human love, be contraband to heaven.
Not all your Popes and Cardinals standing by,
Can make me, looking on my baby’s face,
Forget his father.
Ar. Margaret, by this love you bear your child,
Forget this Gerbhert. He was never yours.