To Constance.
Hu.Give’t me.
Ph.Pardon, your excellence;
I promised I would see it in Constance’s hands.
Hu. My hands are hers: a daughter cannot read
Letters her father may not. Nay, the more
Such right’s resented, more’s the need to use it.—
And from a traitor’s house!
Ph. (giving).Your privilege, sir,
Invades my honour.