Fr. Seb. If they be free,
My son, to take the vows.
Hub. Thou knowest us.
Fr. Seb. I've blessed ye both as children.
Mar. I am free
By my soul's right, and though a princess born,
Here choose my lord.
Fr. Seb. My daughter, thou art noble,
And must be written fair though envy keep
The beadroll of thy faults, but 'tis poor rank