Ard. True
As though he had been born our father's son!
Bion. [To Vigard] You hear?
Vig. With more than ears.
Bion. We have been blind.
Vig. A brother!
Bion. All is clear enough, now that
We've eyes for it. Your pardon, sister.
Ard. Pardon?
Bion. Pray you! We thought your scorn of Banissat
Marked you of creeping spirit, when your aim
Shot o'er our lowered eyes.
Vig. Ay, she has sped
Before our boldest care of her, and left
Our duty lurching.
Ard. These are drunken words.