Now let the world go on, I'll rest me here. Why should I keep my hand proud on the helm, War with the unsated surge, nor know the pause That is the spirit's silent growing time? Ah, Margaret, how little will content thee? No more nor less than love and poorest me? _Mar._ No more, my lord. Nor will aught less make full My greedy cup. Thou wert the king's, but now Thou art all mine. All mine, my love? Or is That little "all" my greatest flatterer? _Kent._ You know my heart. Where have you been so long? _Mar._ With Eleanor. I brought her home with me. _Kent._ She's here? _Mar._ Yes, Hubert. Ah, she loves you well. _Kent._ She loves me? _Mar._ Better than you thought. _Kent._ [_In sudden hope_] Then ... Speak! What has she told you? _Mar._ Nothing. What, my lord, Should she have told me? _Kent._ [_Dully_] Nothing. _Mar._ I have heard So much of this--this nothing. _Kent._ Margaret, Thou hast my soul. Wilt keep it true for me? _Mar._ I keep it? No, I doubt myself. _Kent._ Thyself? Then trust my trust in thee, which meets thy love As swallows meet the waking winds of Spring And know where life is. _Mar._ Doubt or trust, I love thee! O Hubert, let us go this night to lands That know how to be kind and smile on lovers. _Kent._ Dost hope by flying England to fly pain, That everywhere encircles man as fire To shape his soul in fashion of his God? _Mar._ For love and life I beg! Why do I say For love and life, since there's no life for me Without thy love? O, you will go with me! Leave thy ungrateful king to wed at will---- _Kent._ Leave Glaia to the king? The thought is flame! _Mar._ [_Standing before him, suddenly tense_] Who is this maiden that you guard as she Were the one drop of blood that in your heart Makes living centre? Who? _Kent._ [_After a pause_] You heard my answer. _Mar._ Ay, to the king, but not to me--thyself-- Nay more, for when thou takest away thyself, Though in the smallest part, so much I die,-- And by this secret that divorces us Am wholly slain. But tell it to me, Hubert, And 'twill become another blessed bond, To second union closer than the first Re-sanctioning our souls. [_He is silent. Her rage overcomes her_] Unseal thy lips, Or by the fires that flit now through my brain, By the ancestral wrongs within my blood That start suspicion where there is no foe, I shall begin to doubt thee! Who is she To thee who art my husband?