ACT IV.
SCENE I.—(A fortress near Milan, where Gregory is in exile. Enter Margaret, crazed, with her dead babe in her arms.)
Marg. They would have stopped me, but my love’s good cunning
Did cheat them all. O, my sweet, waxen Babe,
The Holy Father, he will tell me true,
An’ make thee smile agen, thou art not dead,
They lie who say thou’rt dead. Here cometh one
Enter Hild. much older looking, accompanied by Peter.
Who hath a holy face, he’ll speak for me
Unto the Pope to make thee smile agen.