[LADY GERTRUDE goes.]
Bern.
Where is the countess?
Lord S.
Countess! What do you mean? I do not know.
Bern.
The Italian lady.
Lord S.
Countess Lamballa, do you mean? You frighten me!
Bern.
I am glad indeed to know your ignorance;
For since I saw the count, I would not have you
Wrong one gray hair upon his noble head.