Vig. You'll stop in hell a thousand years or so!
Ard. Wait! I will tell——
Vig. You've said too much!
Bion. Speak, Ardia.
Ard. In Suli castle where I was betrothed
To Bertrand, just one sun agone—but one—
He spent the night with me.
Vig. She lies!
Ard. Say now
If Banissat, or any lord save Bertrand,
Will make me wife.
Bion. Must I believe you?
Ban. No.
A woman's trick.
Ard. There's proof. Ask whom you will
Of Oswald's train—the lords who saw me cast
From Suli's door, too vile for word or touch.
Ask any trooper, jesting by the way,
And hear my name made foul. The army rings
With it. Ask any gossip of the tents——