Gond. If she have not laid by that modesty
That should attend a Virgin, and, quite void
Of shame, hath left the house where she was born,
As they should never doe; let me endure
The pains that she should suffer.
Duke. Hath she so? Which is the woman?
Gond. This, this.
Duke. How! Arrigo? Lucio?
Gond. I then it is a plot, no Prince alive
Shall force me make my house a Brothell house;
Not for the sins, but for the womans sake,
I will not have her in my doors so long:
Will they make my house as bawdy as their own are?
Duke. Is it not Oriana?
Lucio. 'Tis.
Duke. Sister to Count Valero?
Arri. The very same.
Duke. She that I love?