Glo. The old Man is mad, and must be humour’d.
Hau. Cry you Mercy, Sir, I vow I had quite forgot you. Sir, I hope Donna Euphemia—
Car. Oh, Sir, she’s in a much better Humour than when you saw her last, complies with our Desires more than I cou’d hope or wish.
Hau. Why look you here again—I ask’d after her Health, not her Humour.
Car. I know not what Arts you made use of, but she’s strangely taken with your Conversation and Person.
Glo. Truly, Sir, you are mightily beholden to her, that she should have all this good Will to your Person and Conversation before she sees you.
Hau. Ay, so I am; therefore, Sir, I desire to see your Daughter, for I shall hardly be so generous as she has been, and be quits with her before I see her.
Car. Why, Sir, I hop’d you lik’d her when you saw her last.
Hau. Stark mad—I saw her last! why, what the Devil do you mean? I never saw her in all my Life, man. Stark mad, as I am true Dutch— [Aside.
Car. A Lover always thinks the time tedious: But here’s my Daughter.