Alas, my sister, ye deceive me.
AUNT
Nay, she is cloistered, I conceive me
Where such birds be spitted for a groat.
UNCLE
Alas, my sister, ye deceive me,
When ye say that of her ye nothing wot;
And thus with wrath yourself besot,
Though I bid you but tell in all gentleness
If ye have seen her.