I thank thee, lady,
And fain would ask of thee a greater kindness:
I would that thou wouldst tell me of thy brother.
Ire. My brother Theodorus? What of him?
Asan. This only. Did he, ere I knew my wife,
Bear towards her a great though innocent love?
Ire. A great though innocent love? Ay, a great love,
For certain. Spoke she not of it to thee?
Asan. No word!
Ire.