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Scæne 6.

Aurelio, Phœnixella, Francisco, Angelo, Count.
Count.
Close with my daughters gentlemen? wel done,
Tis like your selues: nay lusty Angelo,
Let not my presence make you bauke your sport,
I will not breake a minute of discourse
Twixt you and one of your faire Mistresses.

Ang.
One of my mistresses? why thinks your Lordship
I haue so many.

Count.
Many? no Angelo.


I do not thinke th'ast many, some fourteene
I here thou hast, euen of our worthiest dames,
Of any note, in Millaine.

Ang.
Nay good my Lord fourteene: it is not so.

Count.
By'th the Masse that ist, here are their names to shew
Fourteene, or fifteene t'one. Good Angelo.
You need not be ashamd of any of them,
They are gallants all.

Ang.
Sbloud you are such a Lord.

Count.
Nay stay sweet Angelo, I am disposed
Exit Ang:
A little to be pleasant past my coustome,
He's gone? he's gone, I haue disgrast him shrewdly,
Daughters take heede of him, he's a wild youth,
Looke what he sayes to you beleeue him not,
He will sweare loue to euery one he sees.
Francisco, giue them councell, good Francisco,
I dare trust thee with both, but him with neither.

Fran.
Your Lordship yet may trust both them with him.

Exunt.