Nurse. Isn’t she free to love, just like anyone else? Do you mean to put her under a glass case? Is this a reason to bully a poor child? She has done no harm....
Marcellus. Oh, she has done no harm!... Now, in the first place, hold your peace, you.... I am not addressing you; and it is doubtless at your prompting, you procuress....
Godeliva. My lord!...
Nurse. A procuress! I a procuress!
Marcellus. Will you let me speak? Begone! begone, both of you! Oh! I know well enough you have put your heads together, and that the season of scheming and plotting has set in; but wait awhile.... Now, Maleine, ... you should be reasonable. Will you promise to be reasonable?
Maleine. Ay, my lord.
Marcellus. There! come now. Therefore you will not think any more of this marriage?...
Maleine. Ay.
Marcellus. Ay? You mean you will forget Prince Hjalmar?
Maleine. No.