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El. Nay, not for Orra do I now intreat So much as for thyself. Bethink thee well What honour thpu shalt have, when it is known Thy ward frory thy protecting roof was sent; Thou who should'st be to her a friend, a father.

Hugh. But do I send her unprotected? No! Brave Rudigere conducts her with a band Of trusty spearmen. In her new abode, She will be safe as here.

El.Ha! Rudigere! Put'st thou such trust in him? Alas, my Lord! His heart is full of cunning and deceit. Wilt thou to him the flower of all thy race Rashly intrust? O be advised, my Lord!

Hugh. Thy ghostly father tells thee so, I doubt not. Another priest confesses Rudigere, And, Urston likes him not. But can'st thou think, With aught but honest purpose, he would chuse From all her women the severe Cathrina, So strictly virtuous, for her companion? This puts all doubt to silence. Say no more, Else I shall think thou plead'st against my son, More with a step-dame's than a mother's feelings.

Glot. Aye, marry does she, father! And forsooth! Regards me as a fool. No marvel then That Orra scorns me; being taught by her,— How should she else?—So to consider me.

Hugh. (to Glottenbal.) Tut! hold thy tongue.

El.He wrongs me much, my Lord.