But do not doubt he'll come.
Mar. He will not come.
O, never, never, never!
La. Alb. Foolish lass!
He can not stay away from you—his wife.
I might as well be out with 't soon as late.
Mar. O, lady—countess—if you e'er had need
Of gentle friends——
La. Alb. I know not what to do
With this strange piece of daintiness. Up, mistress!