_Duke._ I will read this at better leisure: [_Gondarino_, where is the Lady?] _Count._ At his house. _Gond._ No, she is departed thence. _Count._ Whither? _Gond._ Urge it not thus, or let me be excus'd, If what I speak betray her chastity, And both increase my sorrow, and your own? _Count._ Fear me not so, if she deserve the fame Which she hath gotten, I would have it publisht, Brand her my self, and whip her through the City: I wish those of my bloud that doe offend, Should be more strictly punish[t], than my foes. Let it be prov'd. _Duke. Gondarino_, thou shalt prove it, or suffer worse than she should do. _Gond._ Then pardon me, if I betray the faults Of one, I love more dearly than my self, Since opening hers, I shall betray mine own: But I will bring you where she now intends Not to be virtuous: pride and wantonness, That are true friends indeed, though not in shew, Have entr'd on her heart, there she doth bathe, And sleek her hair, and practise cunning looks To entertain me with; and hath her thoughts As full of lust, as ever you did think Them full of modesty. _Duke. Gondarino_, lead on, we'll follow thee. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Quartus. Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Pandar. _Pan._ Here hope I to meet my Citizen, and [here] hopes he to meet his [Scholar]; I am sure I am grave enough, to his eyes, and knave enough to deceive him: I am believ'd to conjure, raise storms, and devils, by whose power I can do wonders; let him believe so still, belief hurts no man; I have an honest black cloak, for my knavery, and a general pardon for his foolery, from this present day, till the day of his breaking. Is't not a misery, and the greatest of our age, to see a handsome, young, fair enough, and well mounted wench, humble her self, in an old stammel petticoat, standing possest of no more fringe, than the street can allow her: her upper parts so poor and wanting, that ye may see her bones through her bodies: shooes she would have, if [her] Captain were come over, and is content the while to devote her self to antient slippers. These premisses well considered, Gentlemen, will move, they make me melt I promise ye, they stirr me much: and wer't not for my smooth, soft, silken Citizen, I would quit this transitory Trade, get me an everlasting Robe, sear up my conscience, and turn Serjeant. But here he comes, is mine as good as prize: Sir _Pandarus_ be my speed, ye are most fitly met Sir. _Enter Mercer._ _Mer._ And you as well encount'red, what of this heir? hath your Books been propitious? _Pan._ Sir, 'tis done, she's come, she's in my house, make your self apt for Courtship, stroke up your stockings, loose not an inch of your legs goodness; I am sure ye wear socks.