Isab. But so it is, poor women must submit
To such insinuations.
Gil. Pray, was ’t I
Insinuated that letter then?
Isab. Peace, peace!
I can explain it all, and shall, when fit.
What would you have of me? You are my brother,
And not my husband, sir; consider that:
And therefore, in fraternal kindness bound,
Should even take my word without ado.