_Laz._ Your grace doth apprehend me very rightly. _Count._ Your grace shall find him in your further conference Grave, wise, courtly, and scholar like, understandingly read In the necessities of the life of man. He knows that man is mortal by his birth; He knows that man must dye, and therefore live; He knows that [man] must live, and therefore eat, And if it shall please your grace, to accompany your self with him, I doubt not, but that he will, at the least, make good my commendations. _Duk._ Attend us _Lazarello_, we doe want Men of such Action, as we have received you Reported from your honorable friend. _Laza._ Good my Lord stand betwixt me and my overthrow, you know I'm ti'd here, and may not depart, my gracious Lord, so waightie are the businesses of mine own, which at this time do call upon me, that I will rather chuse to die, than to neglect them. _Count._ Nay you shall [well] perceive, besides the virtues that I have alreadie inform'd you of, he hath a stomach which will stoop to no Prince alive. _Duk._ Sir at your best leisure, I shall thirst to see you. _Laza._ And I shall hunger for it. _Duk._ Till then farewell all. _Gon. Count._ Long life attend your Grace. _Duk._ I doe not tast this sport, _Arrigo, Lucio._ _Arrigo. Luci._ We doe attend. [_Exeunt Duke, Arrigo, Lucio._ _Gond._ His grace is gone, and hath left his _Hellen_ with me, I'm no pander for him, neither can I be won with the hope of gain, or the itching desire of tasting my Lords lecherie to him, to keep her at (my house) or bring her in disguise, to his bed Chamber. The twyns of Adders, and of Scorpions About my naked brest, will seem to me More tickling than those claspes, which men adore; The lustfull, dull, ill spirited embraces Of women; The much praysed _Amazones_, Knowing their own infirmities so well, Made of themselves a people, and what men They take amongst them, they condemne to die, Perceiving that their folly made them fit To live no longer that would willingly Come in the worthless presence of a woman. I will attend, and see what my young Lord will doe with his sister. _Enter Lazarilloes Boy._ _Boy._ My Lord; The fish head is gone again. _Count._ W[h]ither? _Boy._ I know whither my Lord. _Count._ Keep it from _Lazarillo_: Sister shall I confer with you in private, to know the cause of the Dukes coming hither, I know he makes you acquainted with his business of State. _Oria._ I'll satisfie you brother, for I see you are jealous of me. _Gond._ Now there shall be some course taken for her conveiance.