For such as thee.
Ar. When thou dost see bleak desolation come,
Gaunt, burning hunger fill thy baby’s eyes,
Thou’lt come to me.
Marg. If thou be Satan, thou black Prince of Fiends,
Thou wearest this man’s form, thou firest his heart.
(To Ariald.) Go! Devil! ere I forget my womanhood. Go!
Ar. (Going out.) Remember!
Marg. If there be nothing in this world for me,
I have a friend no priest nor Pope can take,