Ar. You have already. [Exit Arri.
Gentlew. May it please your Lordship—
Gond. No, no.
Gentlew. To consider the estate—
Gond. No.
Gentlew. Of a poor oppressed countrey Gentlewoman.
Gond. No, it doth not please my Lordship.
Gentlew. First and formost, I have had great injury, then I have been brought up to the Town three times.
Gond. A pox on him, that brought thee to the Town.
Gentlew. I thank your good Lordship heartily; though I cannot hear well, I know it grieves you; and here we have been delaid, and sent down again, and fetch'd up again, and sent down again, to my great charge: and now at last they have fetch'd me up, and five of my daughters—