The child
Hears, and is troubled.
SABRINA.
Did I wrong, to say
‘Sire?’ but you bade me say so. He is mild,
And will not chide me. Father!
ESTRILD.
Hear’st thou?
LOCRINE.
Yea—
I hear. I would the world beyond our sight
Were dead as worlds forgotten.
ESTRILD.
Wouldst thou fright
Her?
LOCRINE.