SCENE III.—A Corridor in the Palace.

Enter the Duchess, arm in arm with Spurio, looking lasciviously on her. After them, enter Supervacuo, with a rapier, running; Ambitioso stops him.

Spu. Madam, unlock yourself; Should it be seen, your arm would be suspected. Duch. Who is't that dares suspect or this or these? May not we deal our favours where we please? Spu. I'm confident you may. [Exeunt Duchess and Spurio. Amb. 'Sfoot, brother, hold. Sup. Wouldst let the bastard shame us? Amb. Hold, hold, brother! there's fitter time than now. Sup. Now, when I see it! Amb. 'Tis too much seen already. Sup. Seen and known; The nobler she's, the baser is she grown. Amb. If she were bent lasciviously (the fault Of mighty women, that sleep soft)—O death! Must she needs choose such an unequal sinner, To make all worse?— Sup. A bastard! the duke's bastard! shame heaped on shame! Amb. O our disgrace! Most women have small waists the world throughout; But their desires are thousand miles about. Sup. Come, stay not here, let's after, and prevent, Or else they'll sin faster than we'll repent. [Exeunt.