Gycia.
What is't thou sayest?
Thou canst know nought of her. Nay, I remember,
When I did ask thee if thou knewest her
At Bosphorus, thou answeredst that thou didst not.
Asan. I know her. She is no fit mate for thee.
Gycia. Then, thou didst know her when thy tongue denied it.
Asan. How 'tis I know her boots not; I forbid
My wife to know that woman. Send her hence.
Gycia. Nay, nay, my lord, it profits not to quarrel.