Must sisters, too, and wives and mothers,
Fare like their patient sons and brothers?
Di. He that loves sister, mother, more than me——
Sp. But the injustice—the gross wrong!
To whom on earth does it belong
If not to you, to whom ’twas done,
Who saw it plain as any sun,
To make the base and foul offender
Confess, and satisfaction render?
At least before the termination of it