Gond. Let me laugh to death if I be, or can be whilst thou art here, or livest; or any of thy sex.
Oriana. I commend your Lordship.
Gond. Doe you commend me? why doe you commend me? I give you no such cause: thou art a filthy impudent whore; a woman, a very woman.
Oria. Ha, ha, ha.
Gond. Begot when thy father was drunk.
Orian. Your Lordship hath a good wit.
Gond. How? what have I a good wit?
Orian. Come my Lord, I have heard before of your Lordships merry vain in jesting against our Sex, which I being desirous to hear, made me rather choose your Lordships house, than any other, but I know I am welcome.
Gond. Let me not live if you be: me thinks it doth not become you, to come to my house being a stranger to you, I have no woman in my house, to entertain you, nor to shew you your chamber; why should you come to me? I have no Galleries, nor banqueting houses, nor bawdy pictures to shew your Ladyship.