PAOLO. O, fie!
FIRST NOBLEMAN. So runs the scandal to our ears.
SECOND NOBLEMAN. Confirmed by all our other senses, Count.
FIRST NOBLEMAN. Witnessed by many a doleful sigh, poured out
By many a breaking heart in Rimini.
SECOND NOBLEMAN. Poor girls!
FIRST NOBLEMAN.[Mimicking a lady.] Sweet Count! sweet
Count Paolo! O!
Plant early violets upon my grave!
Thus go a thousand voices to one tune.
[The others laugh.
PAOLO. 'Ods mercy! gentlemen, you do me wrong.
FIRST NOBLEMAN. And by how many hundred, more or less?
PAOLO. Ah! rogues, you'd shift your sins upon my shoulders.