Edmund. I know you to be a man of honour, and that you cannot say what is not.
Count. I—I—I have said, Sir! [Walking with great perturbation.]
Lady P. You have said more in a minute than you can prove in a year!
Edmund. I will pledge my word for the Count’s veracity.
Count. [Aside] What have I done! [With agony] A lie!
Lady P. As for you, Sir, I doesn’t believe von vord you say! I knows the tricks of such sham chevaliers as you, too vell!
Count. [Walking away from her] Torture!
Lady P. But I ‘ll take care to have you prognosticated.
Count. [Aside] I can support it no longer. [Going.]
Edmund. [Catching him by the hand] My dear Count——