Gond. She shall not come up, tell her any thing; tell her I have but one great room in my house, and I am now in it at the close stool.
Serv. She's here my Lord.
Gond. O impudence of women: I can keep dogs out of my house, or I can defend my house against theeves, but I cannot keep out women.
Enter Oriana, a waiting woman, and a Page.
Now Madam, what hath your Ladyship to say to me?
Oria. My Lord, I was bold to crave the help of your house against the storm.
Gond. Your Ladyships boldness in coming will be impudence in staying; for you are most unwelcome.
Oriana. Oh my Lord!
Gond. Doe you laugh? by the hate I bear to you, 'tis true.
Orian. Y'are merry my Lord.