Enter Ladies.
Oria. Your Ladyships are welcome: I must desire your helps, though you are no Physitians, to do a strange cure upon this Gentleman.
Ladies. In what we can assist you Madam, ye may command us.
Gond. Now do I sit like a Conjurer within my circle, and these the Devils that are rais'd about me, I will pray that they may have no power upon me.
Oria. Ladies, fall off in couples, then with a oft still march, with low demeanors, charge this Gentleman, I'll be your Leader.
Gond. Let me be quarter'd Duke quickly, I can endure it: these women long for Mans flesh, let them have it.
Duke. Count, have you ever seen so strange a passion? what would this fellow do, if he should find himself in bed with a young Lady?
Count. 'Faith my Lord, if he could get a knife, sure he wou'd cut her throat, or else he wou'd do as Hercules did by Lycas, swing out her soul: h'as the true hate of a woman in him.
Oria. Low with your Cursies Ladies.
Gond. Come not too near me, I have a breath will poison ye, my lungs are rotten, and my stomach is raw: I am given much to belching: hold off, as you love sweet airs; Ladies, by your first nights pleasure, I conjure you, as you wou'd have your Husbands proper men, strong backs, and little legs, as you would have 'em hate your Waiting-women.