Where is my daughter?”—“She would take her oath
For their right doing, for she knew them both,
And my young lord was honour.”—“Woman, cease! 410}
And give your guilty conscience no such peace— }
You’ve sold the wretched girl, you have betray’d your niece.”— }
“The Lord be good! and O! the pains that come
In limb and body—Brother, get you home!
Your voice runs through me—every angry word,
If he should hear it, would offend my lord.”—
“Has he a daughter? let her run away