'Sire, the dowry—'
'I return it, every groat.'
'The affront—'
'The affront is offered. I prevent a greater affront.'
'Is this fixed, Richard?'
'Irrevocably.'
'She loves you, sire!'
'She loves ill. Get up on your feet.'
'Sire, I beseech you pity her.'
'I pity her deeply. I think I pity everybody with whom I have had to deal. I do not choose to have any more pitiful persons about me. Fare you well, sister. Go, lest I pity you.' She pleaded.