Hau. That’s strange now, that any thing should wait for me, who was no more expected here [than] [Bethlehem-Gaber]: Faith now, Lady, this Father of yours is very simple.
Euph. To take you for his Son.
Hau. I meant to have surpriz’d you I vow, before you had dreamt of me; and when I came, you all knew me as well as if you had cast a Figure for me.
Car. Well, Son, you’ll follow.
Euph. You will not leave me alone, Sir, with a Man?
Hau. Go your ways, go your ways—I shall know more of your Secrets before [Gload makes Grimaces to Olinda of Love.] night yet, you little pouting Hypocrite you.
Euph. You know my Secrets! why, who are you?
Hau. Ha, ha, ha, that’s a very good one faith now: who am I, quoth thou? why there’s not a Child thus high in all your Father’s House would have ask’d me so simple a Question.
Olin. Madam, I find by this Man, this is your expected Lover, whom you must flatter, or you are undone, ’tis Haunce van Ezel. [To Euphemia.
Euph. The Fop himself.