Captain: Doubt not a fullest harvest of your hope.
The duke himself shall for this deed at last
Have benediction.
Fulvia: May it be! He's quick,
Though quicker in forgetting. I will move
Him as I may.
Captain: The kind and wise assaults
Your words shall make must move him, gracious lady.
Enter Hæmon.
Hæmon: I seek the duke.
Fulvia (dismissing Captain with a gesture):
You would seek penitence
Were you less far in folly.
Hæmon (as going): O—if he's
Not here, then——
Fulvia: Sorrow too would strain your lips,
Not cold defiance.
Hæmon: Pardon: if you know,
Where is he?
Fulvia: Was it easy to o'erwhelm
Under the ruin of her dreams a sister?