_Orian._ Believe me this your Lordships plain[n]ess makes me think my self more welcome, than if you had sworn by all the pretty Court oaths that are, I had been welcomer than your soul to your body. _Gond._ Now she's in, talking treason will get her out, I durst sooner undertake to talk an Intelligencer out of the room, and speak more than he durst hear, than talk a woman out of my company. _Enter a Servant._ _Serv._ My Lord the Duke being in the streets, and the storm continuing, is entred your gate, and now coming up. _Gond._ The Duke! now I know your Errand Madam; you have plots and private meetings in hand: why doe you choose my house? are you asham'd to goe to't in the old coupling place, though it be less suspicious here; for no Christian will suspect a woman to be in my house? yet you may do it cleanlyer there, for there is a care had of those businesses; and wheresoever you remove, your great maintainer and you shall have your lodgings directly opposite, it is but putting on your night-gown, and your s[l]ippers; Madam, you understand me? _Orian._ Before I would not understand him, but now he speaks riddles to me indeed. _Enter the Duke, Arrigo, and Lucio._ _Duke._ 'Twas a strange hail-storm. _Lucio._ 'Twas exceeding strange. _Gond._ Good morrow to your grace. _Duke._ Good morrow _Gonderino_. _Gond._ Justice great Prince. _Duke._ Why should you beg for justice, I never did you wrong; What's the offendor? _Gond._ A woman. _Duke._ I know your ancient quarrell against that Sex; but what hainous crime hath she committed? _Gond._ She hath gone abroad. _Duke._ What? it cannot be. _Gond._ She hath done it. _Duke._ How? I never heard of any woman that did so before. _Gond._ If she have not laid by that modesty That should attend a Virgin, and, quite void Of shame, hath left the house where she was born, As they should never doe; let me endure The pains that she should suffer. _Duke._ Hath she so? Which is the woman? _Gond._ This, this. _Duke._ How! _Arrigo? Lucio?_ _Gond._ I then it is a plot, no Prince alive Shall force me make my house a Brothell house; Not for the sins, but for the womans sake, I will not have her in my doors so long: Will they make my house as bawdy as their own are? _Duke._ Is it not _Oriana_? _Lucio._ 'Tis. _Duke._ Sister to Count _Valero_? _Arri._ The very same. _Duke._ She that I love? _Lucio._ She that you love. _Duke._ I do suspect. _Lucio._ So doe I.