Enter Oriana and her waiting woman, looking out at a window.
Orian. Hast thou provided one to bear my Letter to my brother?
Wait. I have enquir'd, but they of the house will suffer no Letter nor message to be carried from you, but such as the Lord Gondarino shall be acquainted with: truly Madam I suspect the house to be no better than it should be.
Ori. What dost thou doubt?
Wait. Faith I am loth to tell it, Madam.
Ori. Out with it, 'tis not true modesty to fear to speak that thou dost think.
Wait. I think it [be] one of these [same] Bawdy houses.
Ori. 'Tis no matter wench, we are warm in it, keep thou thy mind pure, and upon my word, that name will do thee no hurt: I cannot force my self yet to fear any thing; when I do get out, I'll [have] another encounter with my Woman-Hater. Here will I sit. I may get sight of some of my friends, it must needs be a comfort to them to see me here.
Enter Duke, Gondarino, Count, Arrigo.
Gond. Are we all sufficiently disguis'd? for this house where she attends me, is not to be visited in our own shapes.