And borne away forever?—Oh shame, shame!
Micio. Where is the shame on’t?—Who betroth’d, who gave her?
When was she married? and to whom? Where is he,
And wherefore did he wed another’s right?
Æsch. Was it for her, a girl of such an age,
To sit at home, expecting till a kinsman
Came, nobody knows whence, to marry her?
—This, Sir, it was your business to have said,
And to have dwelt on it.
Micio. Ridiculous!