Arri. Are you so resolute then?
[Duke from above. Hold, hold I say.]
Orian. What [have] I? yet more terror to my tragedy?
Arri. Lady, the Scene of bloud is done; ye are now as free from scandal, as from death.
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.