By right divine, he ever was Holy Church’s.
You only damn his soul, do you succeed.
Marg. Never! never! This be hideous, hideous!
My womanhood calls out against this lie.
Ar. If you are wise you will forget this man.
I tell you he is dead to you and earth.
A few short years for prayer and cloister tears,
Are all that’s left him. Margaret you are fair,
And young and budding for the joys of earth.
Forget this Gerbhert. There are other men