Count. Find you that there?
Hel. [Ay], madam.
First Gent. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, [haply],
which his heart was not consenting to.
Count. Nothing in France, until he have no wife!
There's nothing here that is too good for him
But only she; and she deserves a lord
That twenty such rude boys might tend upon
And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him?
First Gent. [A servant] only, and a gentleman