Don. And she has seen him, has she? I was contented he should see her, intending him for her husband; but she has seen nobody else upon your certain knowledge?
Mrs. Caut. No, no, alas! how should she? 'tis impossible she should.
Don. Where is her chamber? pray let me see her.
Mrs. Caut. You'll find her, poor creature, asleep, I warrant you: or, if awake, thinking no hurt, nor of your coming this morning.
Don. Let us go to her, I long to see her, poor innocent wretch. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.—A Room in Don Diego's House.
Enter Hippolita, Gerrard, and Prue at a distance.
Ger. Am I not come upon your own summons, madam? and yet receive me so?
Hip. My summons, sir! no, I assure you; and if you do not like your reception, I cannot help it; for I am not used to receive men, I'd have you to know.