'Alas, a widow! O Carlo, that heavy witness gone before!'
'I must stand it. Will you come?'
'Why is this sudden change? I sore misdoubt it for a fashion.'
'Not sudden. I have her word the court goes all astray without thee. She pines to mother thee.'
'Mother!—an adulteress for mother! Alack, I am humbled!'
'Not so low as she. That touches the last matter. She wants the ring back she lent thee.'
'The ring?'
'Ay, the ring.'
'Carlo!'
He searched his clothes and hands in amaze.