Osw. Trrr-rrr-rr!
Ber. My lord?
Osw. A woman. Ask and have. I'll send her here.
This is the hour to bait you, and I'd not lose it
For half of Suli.
Ber. Stay! I will not see her.
I dare not look upon her lest I lose
Christ and myself.
Osw. Are you so tuned? We'll have
A wedding yet.
Ber. Forget that word, and I
Forgive you for it.
Osw. A wedding, prince of Suli.
This plain shall ring to Antioch.
Ber. Nay, father,—
And yet I thank you that your heart would make
So fair a maid my bride.
Osw. Fair? That's no word.
She's glory's darling pearl,—the morning's eye
That makes the night forgot! When you have seen her——
Ber. When I have seen her?