Aurelia, Phœnixella, Francisco, Angelo,
Count.
Count.
Close with my daughters, gentle-
men! well done,
'Tis like yourselves: nay, lusty Angelo,
Let not my presence make you baulk your
sport;
I will not break a minute of discourse
'Twixt you and one of your fair mistresses.
Ang.
One of my mistresses? why thinks
your lordship
I have so many?
Count.
Many! no, Angelo,
I do not think th'ast many, some fourteen
I hear thou hast, even of our worthiest
dames
Of any note in Milan.
Ang.
Nay, good my lord, fourteen! it is
not so.
Count.
By th' mass that is't; here are
their names to shew,
Fourteen, or fifteen to one. Good Angelo,
You need not be asham'd of any of them,
They are gallants all.
Ang.
'Sblood you are such a lord.
Count. Nay stay, sweet Angelo, I am dis-
pos'd
[ Exit Angelo.
A little to be pleasant past my custom.
He's gone, he's gone, I have disgrac'd him
shrewdly.
Daughters, take heed of him, he's a wild youth;
Look what he says to you, believe him not,
He will swear love to every one he sees.
Francisco, give them counsel, good Fran-
cisco,
I dare trust thee with both, but him with neither.
Franc.
Your lordship yet may trust both
them with him.
[ Exeunt.