Cath. O me! accursed me! I come not here
To curse thee, nor to bless, nor yet presume
To dare pollute thy state by name of husband.
’Tis only but a common, human word
Belonging to the poor ones of this world:—
But to beseech the Holy Pope of Rome
To cover with corner of his mercy’s mantle
The daughter of his loins.
Hild. O, Peter, Peter, take this woman away.
Pet. Begone Woman. Thou art sacrilegious.