Gond. Enough to damn five worlds.
Gentlew. Handsome young women, though I say it, they are all without, if it please your Lordship I'll call them in.
Gond. Five Women! how many of my sences should I have left me then? call in five Devils first.
No, I will rather walk with thee alone,
And hear thy tedious tale of injury,
And give thee answers; whisper in thine ear,
And make thee understand through thy French hood:
And all this with tame patience.
Gentlew. I see your Lordship does believe, that they are without, and I perceive you are much mov'd at our injury: here's a paper will tell you more.
Gond. Away.
Gentlew. It may be you had rather hear me tell it viva voce, as they say.
Gond. Oh no, no, no, no, I have heard it before.
Gentlew. Then you have heard of enough injury, for a poor Gentlewoman to receive.