OUR ISLAND STORY Margaret— Thanks! Thanks! Thanks! And dare I humbly ask if, of your grace, You'll patient hear me. Roberval— Lady, there is no need For this reiteration. Pray, unveil (Margaret removes her veil.) Margaret— Uncle! dear uncle, hear me, sir— Roberval— Avaunt! Hence, woman! dare you steal upon me thus. In the disguise of modesty? Begone, Ere my wrath break in rude discourtesy On your fallacious sex. Begone, I say! Margaret— What have I done, Roberval— What have you not done, Discredit to my house, vile, traitress, wanton. Margaret — Upon my knees, dear uncle, let me plead.— Roberval— Pleading is vain, and is insult to me. Margaret — Still, let me plead, still let me kiss your feet. It is not for myself. For me, sweet death- Were welcome. 'Tis alone for him I plead. I love him, uncle dearer than my life. For you to grant is but a little thing, That you, as guardian, let me wed my mate. Consent my lord, and ease my breaking heart, Another boon there was I fain had sought. Roberval— Well?