Al. What think’st thou then?
Fer.Forgive me, if I am bold:
Thou dost not love him thou art bid to wed.
Al. That were my blame, since he is worthy of me.
Fer. Nay, ’tis not that: but if I have guessed the truth,
O if thou hast now consented, and wilt sell
Thyself for pity of these wretched men,
Now I forbid the odious sacrifice.
Perchance thou thinkest that these many souls
Against thy single welfare, must make up