My Sister take it ill?
Gob.
Not very ill.
Something unkindly she does take it Sir to have
Her Husband chosen to her hands.
Arb.
Why Gobrias let her, I must have her know, my will and not her own must govern her: what will she marry with some slave at home?
Gob.
O she is far from any stubbornness, you much mistake her, and no doubt will like where you would have her, but when you behold her, you will be loth to part with such a jewel.
Arb.
To part with her? why Gobrias, art thou mad? she is my Sister.
Gob.