Non. Now, gentlewoman! is this possible?
Const. I do not reach your meaning, sir.
Non. Where have you been of late?
Const. I seldom stir without you, sir: These walls most commonly confine me.
Non. These walls can get no children; nor these hangings; though there be men wrought in 'em.
Isa. Yet, by your favour, nuncle, children may be wrought behind the hangings.
Non. O Constance, Constance! How have my grey hairs deserved this of thee? Who got that belly there?
Const. You, I hope, sir.
Non. Tell me the truth, for I will know it; come, the story.
Const. The story's quickly told, sir; I am with child.