SCENE I.—An Apartment in Hippolito’s House.
Enter Infelice, and Orlando disguised as a Serving-man.
Inf. From whom sayst thou?
Orl. From a poor gentlewoman, madam, whom I serve.
Inf. And what’s your business?
Orl. This madam: my poor mistress has a waste piece of ground, which is her own by inheritance, and left to her by her mother. There’s a lord now that goes about not to take it clean from her, but to enclose it to himself, and to join it to a piece of his lordship’s.
Inf. What would she have me do in this?
Orl. No more, madam, but what one woman should do for another in such a case. My honourable lord your husband, would do any thing in her behalf, but she had rather put herself into your hands, because you, a woman, may do more with the duke, your father.
Inf. Where lies this land?