_Ori._ 'Tis no matter wench, we are warm in it, keep thou thy mind pure, and upon my word, that name will do thee no hurt: I cannot force my self yet to fear any thing; when I do get out, I'll [have] another encounter with my Woman-Hater. Here will I sit. I may get sight of some of my friends, it must needs be a comfort to them to see me here. _Enter_ Duke, Gondarino, Count, Arrigo. _Gond._ Are we all sufficiently disguis'd? for this house where she attends me, is not to be visited in our own shapes. _Duke._ We are not our selves. _Arr._ I know the house to be sinful enough, yet I have been heretofore, and durst now, but for discovering of you, appear here in my own likeness. _Duke._ Where's _Lucio_? _Arri._ My Lord, he said the affairs of the Common-wealth would not suffer him to attend always. _Duke._ Some great ones questionless that he will handle. _Count._ Come, let us enter. _Gond._ See how Fortune strives to revenge my quarrel upon these women, she's in the window, were it not to undoe her, I should not look upon her. _Duke._ Lead us _Gondarino_. _Gond._ Stay; since you force me to display my shame, Look there, and you my Lord, know you that face? _Duke._ Is't she? _Count._ It is. _Gond._ 'Tis she, whose greatest virtue ever was Dissimulation; she that still hath strove More to sin cunningly, than to avoid it: She that hath ever sought to be accounted Most virtuous, when she did deserve most scandal: 'Tis she that itches now, and in the height Of her intemperate thoughts, with greedy eyes Expects my coming to allay her Lust: Leave her; forget she's thy sister. _Count._ Stay, stay. _Duke._ I am as full of this, as thou canst be, The memory of this will easily Hereafter stay my loose and wandring thought[s] From any Woman. _Count._ This will not down with me, I dare not trust this fellow. _Duke._ Leave her here, that only shall be her punishment, never to be fetcht from hence; but let her use her trade to get her living. _Count._ Stay good my Lord, I do believe all this, as great men as I, have had known whores to their Sisters, and have laught at it: I would fain hear how she talks, since she grew thus light: will your grace make him shew himself to her, as if he were now come to satisfie her longing? whilst we, unseen of her, over-hear her wantonness, let's make our best of it now, we shall have good mirth. _Duke._ Do it _Gondarino_. _Gond._ I must; fortune assist me but this once. _Count._ Here we shall stand unseen, and near enough. _Gond._ Madam, _Oriana_. _Oria._ Who's that? oh! my Lord? _Gond._ Shall I come up? _Oria._ Oh you are merry, shall I come down? _Gond._ It is better there.