Soft, 'Twas not in my bargain.
Yet somewhat, sir, to stay your longing stomach
I am content t'acquaint you with: the Man,
The more than man, that got this sprightly boy
(For 'tis a boy, and therefore glory, sir,
Your heir shall be a son).
SORANZO.
Damnable monster!
ANNABELLA.
Nay, an you will not hear, I'll speak no more.
SORANZO.
Yes speak, and speak thy last.
ANNABELLA.
A match, a match!...
... You! why, you are not worthy once to name
His name without true worship, or indeed
Unless you kneel'd, to hear another name him.