SCENE IV.
[To them] Servant.
SERV. Sir Sampson is coming down to wait upon you.
ANG. Good-bye, uncle—call me a chair. I’ll find out my aunt, and tell her she must not come home.
FORE. I’m so perplexed and vexed, I’m not fit to receive him; I shall scarce recover myself before the hour be past. Go nurse, tell Sir Sampson I’m ready to wait on him.
NURSE. Yes, sir,
FORE. Well—why, if I was born to be a cuckold, there’s no more to be said—he’s here already.