Count. No faith, I dare trust thee, I doe suspect thou art honest; for it is so rare a thing to be honest amongst you, that some one man in an age, may perhaps suspect some two women to be honest, but never believe it verily.
Luci. Let your return be suddain.
Arri. U[n]suspected by them.
Duke. It shall; so shall I best perceive their Love, if there be any; Farewell.
Count. Let me entreat your grace to stay a little,
To know a gentleman, to whom your self
Is much beholding; he hath made the sport
For your whole Court these eight years, on my knowledge.
Duke. His name?
Count. Lazarello.
Duke. I heard of him this morning, which is he?
Count. Lazarello, pluck up thy spirits, thy [Fortuns are] now raising, the Duke calls for thee, and thou shalt be acquainted with him.
Laz. He's going away, and I must of necessity stay here upon business.