Men. Ay, I know
Too well—too well! (Aside.)
Lope. Long she repell’d his suit,
Feeling how ill ill-sorted years agree;
But, at the last, before her father’s will
She sacrificed her own. Oh sacrifice
That little lacks of slaughter! So, my father
Averse from wedlock’s self, and she from him,
Think what a wedlock this must be, and what
The issue that was like to come of it!