Gui. He asked the truth and why not get the truth?
Berth. Am I a prisoner? Speak, will somebody?
—But why stand paltering with imbeciles?
Let me see her, or ...
Gui. Her, without her leave,
Shall no one see: she 's Duchess yet!
Courtiers. [Footsteps without, as they are disputing.] Good chance!
She 's here—the Lady Colombe's self!
Berth. 'T is well!
[Aside.] Array a handful thus against my world?