_Ar._ You have already. [_Exit_ Arri. _Gentlew._ May it please your Lordship-- _Gond._ No, no. _Gentlew._ To consider the estate-- _Gond._ No. _Gentlew._ Of a poor oppressed countrey Gentlewoman. _Gond._ No, it doth not please my Lordship. _Gentlew._ First and formost, I have had great injury, then I have been brought up to the Town three times. _Gond._ A pox on him, that brought thee to the Town. _Gentlew._ I thank your good Lordship heartily; though I cannot hear well, I know it grieves you; and here we have been delaid, and sent down again, and fetch'd up again, and sent down again, to my great charge: and now at last they have fetch'd me up, and five of my daughters-- _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. _Gond._ Never, never, but that it troubles my conscience, to wish any good to these women; I could afford them to be valiant, and able, that it might be no disgrace for a Soldier to beat them. _Gentlew._ I hope your Lordship will deliver my petition to his grace, and you may tell him withal-- _Gond._ What? I will deliver any thing against my self, to be rid on thee. _Gentlew._ That yesterday about three a clock in the after noon, I met my adversary. _Gond._ Give me thy paper, he can abide no long tales. _Gentlew._ 'Tis very short my Lord, and I demanding of him-- _Gond._ I'll tell him that shall serve thy turn. _Gentlew._ How? _Gond._ I'll tell him that shall serve thy turn, begone: man never doth remember how great his offences are, till he do meet with one of you, that plagues him for them: why should Women [only] above all other creatures that were created for the benefit of man, have the use of speech? or why should any deed of theirs, done by their fleshly appetites, be disgraceful to their owners? nay, why should not an act done by any beast I keep, against my consent, disparage me as much as that of theirs? _Gentlew._ Here's some few Angels for your Lordship.