Count. Y' are welcome, gentlemen.
I will entreat you, when you see my son,
To tell him that his sword can never win
The honour that he loses: more I'll entreat you
Written to bear along.
Sec. Gent. We serve you, madam,
In that and all your worthiest affairs.
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Count. Not so, but as we change our [courtesies].
Will you draw near? [[Exeunt] Countess and [Gentlemen].