Arrigo. Luci. We doe attend. [Exeunt Duke, Arrigo, Lucio.
Gond. His grace is gone, and hath left his Hellen with me, I'm no pander for him, neither can I be won with the hope of gain, or the itching desire of tasting my Lords lecherie to him, to keep her at (my house) or bring her in disguise, to his bed Chamber.
The twyns of Adders, and of Scorpions
About my naked brest, will seem to me
More tickling than those claspes, which men adore;
The lustfull, dull, ill spirited embraces
Of women; The much praysed Amazones,
Knowing their own infirmities so well,
Made of themselves a people, and what men
They take amongst them, they condemne to die,
Perceiving that their folly made them fit
To live no longer that would willingly
Come in the worthless presence of a woman.
I will attend, and see what my young Lord will doe with his sister.
Enter Lazarilloes Boy.
Boy. My Lord; The fish head is gone again.
Count. W[h]ither?
Boy. I know whither my Lord.
Count. Keep it from Lazarillo: Sister shall I confer with you in private, to know the cause of the Dukes coming hither, I know he makes you acquainted with his business of State.
Oria. I'll satisfie you brother, for I see you are jealous of me.