_Oria._ I have heard of your Lordships nothing, I'll put that to the venture. _Gond._ Well thou shalt have meat, I'll send it to thee. _Oria._ I'll keep no state my Lord, neither doe I mourn, I'll dine with you. _Gond._ Is such a thin[g] as this allowed to live? What power hath let the[e] loose upon the earth To plague us for our Sins? Out of my doors. _Oria._ I would your Lordship did but see how well This fury doth become you, it doth shew So neer the life, as it were natural. _Gond._ O thou damn'd woman, I will flie the vengeance That hangs above thee, follow if thou dar'st. [_Exit Gondarino._ _Oria._ I must not leave this fellow, I will torment him to madness, To teach his passions against kind to move, The more he hates, the more I'll seem to love. [_Exeunt Oriana and Maid._ _Enter Pandar and Mercer a citizen._ _Pand._ Sir, what may be done by art shall be done, I wear no[t] this black cloak for nothing. _Mer._ Perform this, help me to this great heir by learning, and you shall want no black cloaks; taffaties, silkgrogra[m]s, sattins and velvets are mine, they shall be yours; perform what you have promis'd, and you shall make me a lover of Sciences, I will study the learned languages, and keep my shop-book in Latine. _Pand._ Trouble me not now, I will not fail you within this hour at your shop. _Mer._ Let Art have her course. [_Exit Mercer._ _Enter Curtezan._ _Pand._ 'Tis well spoken, _Madona_. _Mad._ Hast thou brought me any customers. _Pan._ No. _Ma._ What the devil do'st thou in black? _Pa._ As all solemn professors of setled courses, doe cover my knavery with it: will you marry a citizen; Reasonably rich, and unreasonably foolish, silks in his shop, mony in his purse, and no wit in his head? _Ma._ Out upon him, I could have [bin] otherwise than so, there was a Knight swore he would have had me, if I would have lent him but forty shillings to have redeem'd his cloak, to goe to Church in. _Pan._ Then your wastcote wayter shall have him, call her in! _Ma. Francessina!_ _Fr._ Anon! _Ma._ Get you to the Church, and shrive your self, For you shall be richly marryed anon. _Pan._ And get you after her, I will work upon my citizen whilst he is warm, I must not suffer him to consult with his neighbours, the openest fools are hardly cousened, if they once grow jealous. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._ _Enter Gondarino flying the Lady._