A Room in the House of the Countess of Cambrai.]
Enter Countesse, Riova, and an Usher.
Usher. Madame, a captaine come from Clermont D'Ambois
Desires accesse to you.
Countess. And not himselfe?
Ush. No, madame.
Count. That's not well. Attend him in. Exit Ush[er].
The last houre of his promise now runne out!
And hee breake, some brack's in the frame of nature[5]
That forceth his breach.