To which I am an object as another;
Until he sighs, as conscious of the change.
The disappointment of our marriage brings
Scarce a regret to him: I heard him speak
Late to my father of it, as ’twere a thing
He held indifferently. There is some secret
Which I would know: maybe this is a clue.
Mar. What is the clue?
Con.This lady.
Mar.O, thou’rt sick.