COUNT.
Yes, good Mr. family poet, leave the room, and take your doggerels with you.
BUTLER.
Don’t affront my poem, your honour; for I am indebted to you for the plot.
“The Count he gave her oaths a score
And took in change her honour.”
[Exit Butler.
BARON.
Count, you see me agitated.
COUNT.
What can be the cause?
BARON.
I’ll not keep you in doubt a moment. You are accused, young man, of being engaged to another woman while you offer marriage to my child.
COUNT.
To only one other woman?
BARON.
What do you mean?
COUNT.
My meaning is, that when a man is young and rich, has travelled, and is no personal object of disapprobation, to have made vows but to one woman, is an absolute slight upon the rest of the sex.