As fair a husband as the best of them!
Hil. Oh, horrible! Go—get thee hence, away—
Take money—what thou wilt—but get thee hence!
Oh, madman! madman!
Mous.Why, what could I do?
Should I have reasoned with myself, and said,
“Mousta, when thou wast sick and like to die,
The Lady Hilda came to thy bedside,
And sat, and nursed thee day by day—’twas nothing!
When writhing at thy very worst, her tears