Raby. My lord, if you respect an old man's peace, Dou. She does. Raby. To bless her father! Dou. And to curse her husband! Raby. Ah! have a care, my lord, I'm not so old— Dou. Nor I so base, that I should tamely bear it; Raby. How's this? Dou. I thought Raby. Has she prov'd otherwise? I'll not believe it, Dou. Had the rash tongue of Slander so presum'd, Raby. But who? Dou. But Douglas. Raby. [puts his hand to his sword.] Dou. Percy;—know'st thou that name? Raby. How? What of Percy? Dou. He loves Elwina, and, my curses on him! Raby. I'm on the rack! Dou. Not the two Theban brothers bore each other Raby. But tell me of my child. Dou. [not minding him.] As I and Percy!