Aris. What matter? All is yours.
Dion. Ah, if 'twere mine
I'd care not, happy then to know 'twas mine.
But when we've lost we're moved to question, sir,
Else are we crippled twice in our estate,
Once in the loss, again to know it not.
Aris. Strange speech, my lord. I hardly know your tongue.
Dion. You can not understand, for you've no wife.
No more have I. But once.... Yes, yes, I'll see her.
Wilt bring her here?