Enter Euphemia and Olinda.
Hau. Ay, one of these must be she: but ’tis a Wonder I should not know which she is [by instinct. [Aside.]
[[Stands looking very simply] on both.
Euph. This is not Alonzo—has he betray’d me? [Aside.
Car. Go, Sir, she expects you.
Hau. Your pardon, Sir; let her come to me, if she will, I’m sure she knows me better than I do her.
Glo. How should she know you, Sir?
Hau. How? by instinct, you Fool, as all the rest of the House does: don’t you, fair Mistress?
Euph. I know you—
Hau. Yes, you know me; you need not be so coy mun, the old Man has told me all.