Orian. Believe me this your Lordships plain[n]ess makes me think my self more welcome, than if you had sworn by all the pretty Court oaths that are, I had been welcomer than your soul to your body.
Gond. Now she's in, talking treason will get her out, I durst sooner undertake to talk an Intelligencer out of the room, and speak more than he durst hear, than talk a woman out of my company.
Enter a Servant.
Serv. My Lord the Duke being in the streets, and the storm continuing, is entred your gate, and now coming up.
Gond. The Duke! now I know your Errand Madam; you have plots and private meetings in hand: why doe you choose my house? are you asham'd to goe to't in the old coupling place, though it be less suspicious here; for no Christian will suspect a woman to be in my house? yet you may do it cleanlyer there, for there is a care had of those businesses; and wheresoever you remove, your great maintainer and you shall have your lodgings directly opposite, it is but putting on your night-gown, and your s[l]ippers; Madam, you understand me?
Orian. Before I would not understand him, but now he speaks riddles to me indeed.
Enter the Duke, Arrigo, and Lucio.
Duke. 'Twas a strange hail-storm.
Lucio. 'Twas exceeding strange.