Their father’s honour, but more blest to whom
The world is dutiful, whose children spring
Out of all nations, and whose pride the proud
Rise to regenerate when they call him sire.
Ar. Thus, husband, ever have I bought and buy
Nobleness cheaply being linked with thee.
Forgive my weakness; see, I now am bold;
Tell me the worst, I’ll hear and wish ’twere more.
In. Retire—thy tears perchance may stir again.
Ar. Nay, I am full of wonder and would hear.