Antonio. Donna Isabella, we are all infinitely obliged to you for this stratagem, by which you have induced the Countess, innocently to break a vow, which she could not have kept without drawing upon herself both ridicule and melancholy—My dear Niece, depend upon it, there is but one vow a woman is authorized to take.
Countess. And what vow is that one Uncle?
Antonio. A vow to LOVE, HONOUR and OBEY.