You are my wife, not his.

I am your husband; we plighted each other our troth.

See! here is my half of the sixpence.' He pulled it out from his bosom, tied by a black ribbon round his neck.
'When they stripped me and searched me in th' French prison, I managed to keep this.

No lies can break the oath we swore to each other.

I can get your pretence of a marriage set aside.