BUTLER. Don't affront my poem, your honour; for I am indebted to you
for the plot.

"The Count he gave her oaths a score
And took in change her honour."
[Exit Butler.

BARON. Count, you see me agitated.

COUNT. What can be the cause?

BARON. I'll not keep you in doubt a moment. You are accused, young
man, of being engaged to another woman while you offer marriage to my
child.

COUNT. To only _one_ other woman?

BARON. What do you mean?

COUNT. My meaning is, that when a man is young and rich, has
travelled, and is no personal object of disapprobation, to have made
vows but to one woman, is an absolute slight upon the rest of the sex.

BARON. Without evasion, Sir, do you know the name of Baden? Was there
ever a promise of marriage made by you to his daughter? Answer me
plainly: or must I take a journey to inquire of the father?

COUNT. No--he can tell you no more than, I dare say, you already know;
and which I shall not contradict.