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Who in your neighbourhood, with his sworn friend The Banneret of Basle, suspiciously Prolongs his stay? A poor and paltry Count, Unmeet to match with her. And want ye then A reason for removing her with speed To some remoter quarter? Out upon it! You are too scrupulous.

Hugh. Thy scheme is good, but cruel.

Glot. O much I like it, dearly wicked Rudigere! She then will turn her mind to other thoughts Than scornful gibes at me.

Hugh. I to her father swore I would protect her: I must fulfil his will.

Rud. And, in that will, her father did desire She might be match'd with this your only son; Therefore you're firmly bound all means to use That may the end attain.

Hugh. Walk forth with me, we'll talk of this at large.[ Hugh, and Rud.

Glot. Yes, thus it is: I have the slight o't now: And were the combat yet to come, I'd shew them I'm not a whit behind the bravest knight, Cross luck excepted.