Would seek thy love.
Marg. What mean these words? Insult not this my sorrow.
Ar. Margaret, if thou wouldst only but trust me,
My love is thine.
Marg. Thou devil!
Ar. Margaret, know my power. Thou art alone,
With me to make thy life a hell or heaven.
Marg. Nay, I have God. O heaven, show thy face
Through this dread blackness!