_Enter Duke, Count, and_ Gondarino. _Duke._ Thou Woman which wert born to teach men virtue, Fair, sweet, and modest Maid, forgive my thoughts, My trespass was my love. Seize _Gondarino_, let him wait our dooms. _Gond._ I do begin a little to love this woman; I could endure her already twelve miles off. _Count._ Sister, I am glad you have brought your honor off so fairly, without loss: you have done a work above your sex, the Duke admires it: give him fair encounter. _Duke._ Best of all comforts, may I take this hand, and call it mine? _Ori._ I am your Graces handmaid. _Duke._ Would ye had sed my self: might it not be so Lady? _Count._ Sister, say I, I know you can afford it. _Ori._ My Lord, I am your subject, you may command me, provided still, your thoughts be fair and good. _Duke._ Here I am yours, and when I cease to be so, Let heaven forget me: thus I make it good. _Ori._ My Lord, I am no more mine own. _Count._ So, this bargain was well driven. _Gond._ Duke, thou hast sold away thy self to all perdition; thou art this present hour becomming Cuckold: methinks I see thy gaul grate through thy veins, and jealousie seize thee with her talons: I know that womans nose must be cut off, she cannot scape it. _Duke._ Sir, we have punishment for you. _Orian._ I do beseech your Lordship, for the wrongs this man hath done me, let me pronounce his punishment. _Duke._ Lady, I give't to you, he is your own. _Gond._ I do beseech your Grace, let me be banisht with all the speed that may be. _Count._ Stay still, you shall attend her sentence. _Orian._ Lord _Gondarino_, you have wrong'd me highly; yet since it sprung from no peculiar hate to me, but from a general dislike unto all women, you shall thus suffer for it; _Arrigo_, call in some Ladies to assist us; will your Grace [t]ake your State? _Gond._ My Lord, I do beseech your Grace for any punishment saving this woman, let me be sent upon discovery of some Island; I do desire but a small Gondela, with ten Holland Cheeses, and I'll undertake it. _Oria._ Sir, ye must be content, will ye sit down? nay, do it willingly: _Arrigo_, tie his Arms close to the chair, I dare not trust his patience. _[G]ond._ Mayst thou be quickly old and painted; mayst thou dote upon some sturdy Yeoman of the Wood-yard, and he be honest; mayst thou be barr'd the lawful lechery of thy Coach, for want of instruments; and last, be thy womb unopen'd. _Duke._ This fellow hath a pretty gaul. _Count._ My Lord, I hope to see him purg'd e'r he part. _Enter Ladies._ _Oria._ Your Ladyships are welcome: I must desire your helps, though you are no Physitians, to do a strange cure upon this Gentleman. _Ladies._ In what we can assist you Madam, ye may command us.