[Scene IV.] Rousillon. The Count's palace.
Enter Countess and Steward.
Count. Alas! and would you take the letter of her?
Might you not know she would do as she has done,
By sending me a letter? Read it again.
[Stew. [Reads] I am [Saint] Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone:
Ambitious love hath so in me offended,
That bare-foot plod I the cold ground upon,
With sainted vow my faults to [have] amended.
Write, write, that from the bloody course of war