Gond. Good patience help me, this Fever will inrage my blood again: Madam I'm that man; I'm even he that once did owe unreconcil'd hate to you, and all that bear the name of woman: I'm the man that wrong'd your Honor to the Duke: [I am hee] that said you were unchast, and prostitute, yet I'm he that dare deny all this.
Orian. Your big Nobility is very merry.
Gond. Lady 'tis true that I have wrong'd you thus,
And my contritio[n] is as true as that,
Yet have I found a means to make all good again,
I doe beseech your beautie, not for my self,
My merits are yet in conception,
But for your honors safety and my zeal
Retire a while, while I unsay my self unto the Duke,
And cast out that [evill] Spirit I have possest him with,
I have a house conveniently private.
Ori. Lord, thou hast wrong'd my innocence, but thy confession hath gain'd thee faith.
Gond. By the true honest service, that I owe th[o]se eyes
My meaning is as spotless as my faith.
Oria. The Duke doubt mine honor? a may judge [strangely,]
'Twill not be long, before I'll be enlarg'd again.
Gond. A day or two.
Orian. Mine own servants shall attend me.
Gond. Your Ladyships command is good.
Orian. Look you be true. [Exit Oriana.