Duch. Remember over whom it was I ruled!
Gui. [Stepping forward.] Prince Berthold, yonder, craves an audience, lady!
Duch. [To Valence.] I only have to turn, and I shall face
Prince Berthold! Oh, my very heart is sick!
It is the daughter of a line of Dukes
This scornful insolent adventurer
Will bid depart from my dead father's halls!
I shall not answer him—dispute with him—
But, as he bids, depart! Prevent it, sir!
Sir—but a mere day's respite! Urge for me