Enter Countess.
Well, sister, have you spoken to her?
Countess. I have: and if you do not steer for another haven, you will be doomed to drive upon the ocean for ever.
Bar. Is she married?
Countess. I don't know.
Bar. Is she of a good family?
Countess. I can't tell.
Bar. Does she dislike me?
Countess. Excuse my making a reply.
Bar. I thank you for your sisterly affection, and the explicitness of your communications. Luckily, I placed little reliance on either; and have found a friend, who will save your ladyship all further trouble.