_Duke._ This fellow to be but a counterfeit, One that doth seem to loath all woman-kind, To hate himself, because he hath some part Of woman in him; seems not to endure To see, or to be seen of any woman, Only, because he knows it is their nature To wish to tast that which is most forbidden: And with this shew he may the better compass (And with far less suspition) his base ends. _Lucio._ Upon my life 'tis so. _Duke._ And I doe know, Before his slain wife gave him that offence, He was the greatest servant to that Sex That ever was: what doth this Lady here With him alone? why should he rail at her to me? _Lucio._ Because your grace might not suspect. _Duke._ 'Twas so: I doe love her strangely: I would fain know the truth: counsell me. [_They three whisper._ _Enter Count, Lazarello, and his boy._ _Count._ It falls out better than we could expect Sir, that we should find the Duke and my Lord _Gondarino_ together; both which you desire to be acquainted with. _Laz._ 'Twas very happy: Boy, goe down into the kitchen, and see if you can spy that same; I am now in some hope: I have me thinks a kind of fever upon me. [_Exit Boy._ A certain gloominess within me, doubting as it were, betwixt two passions: there is no young maid upon her wedding night, when her husband sets first foot in the bed, blushes, and looks pale again, oftner than I doe now. There is no Poet acquainted with more shakings and quakings, towards the latter end of [his] new play, when he's in that case, that he stands peeping betwixt [the] Curtains, so fearfully that a Bottle of Ale cannot be opened, but he thinks some body hisses, than I am at this instant. _Count._ Are they in consultation? If they be, either my young Duke hath gotten some Bastard, and is persuading my Knight yonder to father the child, and marry the wench, or else some Cock-pit is to be built. _Laz._ My Lord! what Nobleman's that? _Count._ His name is _Lucio_, 'tis he that was made a Lord at the request of some of his friends for his wives sake: he affects to be a great States-man, and thinks it consists in night-caps and jewells, and tooth-picks. _Laz._ And what's that other? _Count._ A Knight Sir, that pleaseth the Duke to favour, and to raise to some extraordinary fortunes, he can make as good men as himself, every day in the week, and doth-- _Laz._ For what was he raised? _Count._ Truely Sir, I am not able to say directly, for what; But for wearing of red breeches as I take it; he's a brave man, he will spend three Knighthoods at a Supper without Trumpets. _Laza._ My Lord I'll talk with him, for I have a friend, that would gladly receive the humor.