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.
Baron.
Amazing inſenſibility! And can you hold your head erect while you acknowledge perfidy?
Count.
My dear baron, if every man, who deſerves
