_Gond._ From whom? from a woman? if it be from a woman, bid him carrie it back, and tell her she's a whore; what is it? _Serv._ A Fish head my Lord. _Gond._ What Fish head? _Serv._ I did not aske that my Lord. _Gond._ Whence comes it? _Ser._ From the Court. _Gond._ O 'tis a Cods-head. _Serv._ No my Lord, 'tis some strange head, it comes from the Duke. _Gond._ Let it be carried to my Mercer, I doe owe him money for silks, stop his mouth with that. [_Exit Serv._ Was there ever any man that hated his wife after death but I? and for her sake all women, women that were created only for the preservation of little dogs. _Enter Servant._ _Serv._ My Lord the Count's sister being overtaken in the streets, with a great hail-storm, is light at your gate, and desires [room] till the storm be overpast. _Gond._ Is she a woman? _Serv._ I my Lord I think so. _Gond._ I have none for her then: bid her get her gone, tell her she is not welcome. _Serv._ My Lord, she is now comming up. _Gond._ She shall not come up, tell her any thing; tell her I have but one great room in my house, and I am now in it at the close stool. _Serv._ She's here my Lord. _Gond._ O impudence of women: I can keep dogs out of my house, or I can defend my house against theeves, but I cannot keep out women. _Enter_ Oriana, _a waiting woman, and a Page_. Now Madam, what hath your Ladyship to say to me? _Oria._ My Lord, I was bold to crave the help of your house against the storm. _Gond._ Your Ladyships boldness in coming will be impudence in staying; for you are most unwelcome. _Oriana._ Oh my Lord! _Gond._ Doe you laugh? by the hate I bear to you, 'tis true. _Orian._ Y'are merry my Lord. _Gond._ Let me laugh to death if I be, or can be whilst thou art here, or livest; or any of thy sex. _Oriana._ I commend your Lordship. _Gond._ Doe you commend me? why doe you commend me? I give you no such cause: thou art a filthy impudent whore; a woman, a very woman. _Oria._ Ha, ha, ha. _Gond._ Begot when thy father was drunk. _Orian._ Your Lordship hath a good wit. _Gond._ How? what have I a good wit? _Orian._ Come my Lord, I have heard before of your Lordships merry vain in jesting against our Sex, which I being desirous to hear, made me rather choose your Lordships house, than any other, but I know I am welcome. _Gond._ Let me not live if you be: me thinks it doth not become you, to come to my house being a stranger to you, I have no woman in my house, to entertain you, nor to shew you your chamber; why should you come to me? I have no Galleries, nor banqueting houses, nor bawdy pictures to shew your Ladyship.