SCANDAL, JEREMY.
SCAN. Humh! An admirable composition, faith, this same womankind.
JERE. What, is she gone, sir?
SCAN. Gone? Why, she was never here, nor anywhere else; nor I don’t
know her if I see her, nor you neither.
JERE. Good lack! What’s the matter now? Are any more of us to be mad?
Why, sir, my master longs to see her, and is almost mad in good earnest
with the joyful news of her being here.
SCAN. We are all under a mistake. Ask no questions, for I can’t resolve
you; but I’ll inform your master. In the meantime, if our project
succeed no better with his father than it does with his mistress, he may
descend from his exaltation of madness into the road of common sense, and
be content only to be made a fool with other reasonable people. I hear
Sir Sampson. You know your cue; I’ll to your master.