That Tarudante asks her she is his:
’Tis that he doth not ask.—I have myself perceived
A melancholy habit that hath come
Upon my daughter of late, and grows apace.
I thought awhile ’twas love, but now I fear
’Tis a deep disaffection: such behaviour,
So foreign to her years, might well repel
So fine a lover.
Sa.That is not the cause.
K. I say it is. I have watched her with the prince