Chapter 43

_Count._ You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command 85 you. _Clo._ That man should be at woman's command, and yet no hurt done! Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart. I am going, forsooth: the 90 business is for Helen to come hither. [_Exit._ _Count._ Well, now. _Stew._ I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely. _Count._ Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her …