Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he means
to come. [[Opening a letter.]
Clo. I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: our
old [ling] and our Isbels o' the country are nothing like
your [old ling] and your Isbels o' the court: the [brains] of
my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to love, as an old
man loves money, with no stomach.
Count. What have we here?
Clo. [E'en] that you have there. [Exit.
[Count. [reads] have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath