_Laz._ My stomach is up, I cannot endure it, I will fight in this quarrell as soon as for my Prince. _Draws his Rapier._ [_Exeunt Omnes._ Room, make way: Hunger commands, my valour must obey. _Actus_ [iiii]. _Scæna Prima._ _Enter Count and Arrigo._ _Count._ Is the Duke private? _Arr._ He is alone, but I think your Lordship may enter. [_Exit Count._ _Enter Gondarino._ _Gond._ Who's with the Duke? _Arr._ The Count is new gone in; but the Duke will come forth, before you can be weary of waiting. _Gond._ I will attend him here. _Arr._ I must wait without the door. [_Exit_ Arrigo. _Gond._ Doth he hope to clear his Sister? she will come no more to my house, to laugh at me: I have sent her to a habitation, where when she shall be seen, it will set a gloss upon her name; yet upon my soul I have bestow'd her amongst the purest hearted creatures of her sex, and the freest from dissimulation; for their deeds are all alike, only they dare speak, what the rest think: the women of this age, if there be any degrees of comparison amongst their sex, are worse than those of former times; for I have read of women, of that truth, spirit, and constancy, that were they now living, I should endure to see them: but I fear the writers of the time belied them, for how familiar a thing is it with the Poets of our age, to extoll their whores, which they call Mistresses, with heavenly praises! but I thank their furies, and their craz'd brains, beyond belief: nay, how many that would fain seem serious, have dedicated grave Works to Ladies, toothless, hollow-ey'd, their hair shedding, purple fac'd, their nails apparently coming off; and the bridges of their noses broken down, and have call'd them the choice handy works of nature, the patterns of perfection, and the wonderment of Women. Our Women begin to swarm like Bees [in] Summer: as I came hither, there was no pair of stairs, no entry, no lobby, but was pestred with them: methinks there might be some course taken to destroy them. _Enter_ Arrigo, _and an old deaf countrey Gentlewoman suitor to the Duke_. _Arri._ I do accept your money, walk here, and when the Duke comes out, you shall have fit opportunity to deliver your petition to him. _Gentlew._ I thank you heartily, I pray you who's he that walks there? _Ar._ A Lord, and a Soldier, one in good favour with the Duke; if you could get him to deliver your Petition-- _Gentlew._ What do you say, Sir? _Ar._ If you could get him to deliver your petition for you, or to second you, 'twere sure. _Gentlew._ I hope I shall live to requite your kindness.