Nor ever doubt, or weigh his promised faith.
La. Alb. Why, is there such a man in all the world?
Hub. He sees her as one looks upon a rose,
And thinks not of the mould that bore it, or what
The tale that dews and winds could tell.
La. Alb. 'Tis strange.
La. Alb. I must—I do believe you.
Hub. And bless his suit?
La. Alb. Ay, let him wed her straight.