Tut, that’s what people follow when they’re free:
A bridegroom follows nothing but his bride.—
No, my sweet Anna, ponder, I entreat:
You, reared in comfort from your earliest breath—?
Falk.
Yet, sure, to suffer for the faith is sweet!
Miss Jay.
Is one to suffer for one’s bridegroom’s faith?
That is a rather novel point of view.
[To the ladies.