OCT. Nay, Guido. That is well enough for some,
But not for me. I know the slant of your fancy;
'Tis not in that direction.

GUI. Yet me thinks
The sooner she is back again at court
The happier for us both.

OCT. "Us both"? What "both"?

GUI. You Madam, and myself.

OCT. And why for me?

GUI. [Carefully.] Why, are you not her mother?

OCT. Hah! [Pause.] Guido,
What festers in your mind? Do you speak out now,
If you await some aid from me.

GUI. Madam,
I have but this to say: if I were a woman
With a marriageable daughter, and a King rode by,
I'd have her at the window.

OCT. So. I thought so.

[With an entire change of manner.]