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.