Filippo.
I trod upon him even now, my lord, in my hurry, and broke him.
Count.
And the other nine?
Filippo.
Sold! but shall I not mount with your lordship’s leave to her ladyship’s castle, in your lordship’s and her ladyship’s name, and confer with her ladyship’s seneschal, and so descend again with some of her ladyship’s own appurtenances?
Count.
Why—no, man. Only see your cloth be clean.
[Exit Filippo.