Alex.
’Tis blasphemy ’gainst him and me!
Mar.
’Tis none!
For if this youngling, who it seemed had birth
To show the world her first-born happy man,
If he so swift, so dark an end has found,
And if the man who, when his sword’s once drawn
Shames every other man into a woman,
If he—I know not if ’twas he, but fear it,—