Bar. Friend, can we speak to your master?
Fra. No.
Bar. Only for a few minutes.
Fra. He has locked himself in his room.
Countess. Tell him a lady waits for him.
Fra. Then he's sure not to come.
Countess. Does he hate our sex?
Fra. He hates the whole human race, but woman particularly.
Countess. And why?
Fra. He may perhaps have been deceived.