Leu. Then, my lord,
What greater gift than freedom can I give?
'Tis that that captives most desire, and that
You shall command: y' are free from me, my lord.
Vir. Your beauty contradicts that freedom, lady.
Pol. Come, noble count, I must for this time
interrupt you; you'll find enough within to talk.
Vir. I'll wait upon your lordship.
[Exeunt.
Manet Eugenio solus.
Eug. Thus in disguise I have discover'd all,
And found the cause of my reported death,
Which did at first amaze me; but 'tis well:
'Tis to draw on the match between my sister
And this rich count: heaven grant it be content
As well as fortune to her, but I fear
She cannot love his age: how it succeeds
I shall perceive, and, whilst unknown I stay,
I cannot hurt the project, help I may.
[Exit.
Enter Francisco, Sumner.[427]
Franc. This will make good work for you in the spiritual court; Shallow is a rich man.
Sum. Those are the men we look for; there's somewhat to be got: the court has many businesses at this time, but they are little worth; a few waiting-women got with child by servingmen or so, scarce worth citing.