[The Master meets him.]
MASTER.
How ist with you, sir? me thinks you look
Of a distracted colour.
HUSBAND.
Who? I, sir? tis but your fancy.
Please you walk in, Sir, and I’ll soon resolve you:
I want one small part to make up the sum,
And then my brother shall rest satisfied.
MASTER.
I shall be glad to see it: sir, I’ll attend you.
[Exeunt.]