Where she doth lie than to be God’s Vicar.
Pet. Gregory if you would only compromise,
And meet the wishes of the Cardinals,
And temper Henry, you might die in Rome.
Hild. Never, never, better end me here,
Than give my life the lie. Do they their worst,
What I have lived for, I will die for too.
Better the Church go crumble all to ruins
And Europe be a field of ravening wolves,