He was bent on winning a parent-blest bride, an unimpeachable wife, a lady handed to him instead of taken, one of the world's polished silver vessels.
'Think that you are doing this for me!' said he.

'It is for my sake.

And now, madame, I give you back your daughter.

You see she is mine to give, she obeys me, and I--though it can be only for a short time--give her back to you.

She goes with you purely because it is my wish: do not forget that.