About my shelter when she lay a babe
Than to my blood. Yet she is mine—my daughter.
Hub. Wilt you not see her?
La. Alb. No.
Hub. You will find her up.
La. Alb. Why should I see her? Give a stranger's kiss,
And hear her stiffly say "Your ladyship"?
If she would love me!
Hub. Do not weep.
La. Alb. You think