Duke. Still worse and worse.
1 Bro. Our Sister under pardon, my Lord.
Duke. What?
2 Bro. Which shape Love taught her to assume.
Duke. Is't truth then?
1 Gent. It appears plainly now, below the waste, my Lord.
Duke. Shamont, didst ever read of a She-Cupid?
Sham. Never in fiction yet: but it might hold, Sir;
For desire is of both Genders.
Enter the Dukes Sister.
Duke. Make that good here: [He joyns Shamont's hand
I take thee at thy word, Sir. [and his Sisters.