"Was it Hugh that Acour swore is dead?
Oh! where am I?
Hugh, Hugh, what passes ?" "Your honour, it seems, Eve.

They say you are married to this traitor." "I married, and in this red robe! Why, that betokens blood, as blood there must be if I am wed to any man save you," and she laughed, a dreadful laugh.
"In the name of Christ," thundered old Sir Andrew, "tell me, John Clavering, what means this play?
Yonder woman is no willing wife.

She's drugged or mad.

Man, have you doctored your own daughter ?" "Doctored my daughter?
I! I! Were you not a priest I'd tear out your tongue for those words.

She's married and of her own will.