Who twixt his hell and Arthur’s heaven hath got.
Guin. Then am I a doomed maid.
[Swoons.
Laun. Black, murky fiend of hell! come in thy form
Most monstrous, give me age on ages here.
And I will clang with thee and all thine imps.
Bind me in blackness under hell’s foul night,
And it were nothing, after dream like this.
Guin. (Rising up.) Oh mercy! damned or not, I love thee still.