And that's too many for an honest girl!
I'll ask the Countess—no, I'll not do that;
She'd laugh at me; and vow by the Madonna
This varlet was some noble in disguise,
Seeking her favor. Then I'd let the light
Of heaven through his doublet—I would—yes,
That is, I would, were I a jealous man:
But then I'm not.
When he comes out again
I'll stop him, question him, and know the truth.