Car. Why, Olinda, Dorice, Olinda, where be these mad Girls? ’tis almost Night, and nothing in Order. Why, what now? Who’s here?
Hau. So the old Man’s possest too—Why, what a Devil ails you, Sir? [Goes roughly to him.
Car. From whence come you, Sir? and what are you?
Hau. Gload, let’s be gone, for we shall be transmigrated into some strange Shapes anon, for all the House is inchanted. Who am I, quoth ye? before I came you all knew me; and now you are very well acquainted with me, you have forgot me.
Car. If you be my Son Haunce, how came you here?
Hau. If I be your Son Haunce, where should I be else?
Car. Above with your Wife, not below amongst the Maids.
Hau. What Wife? what Wife? Ha, ha, ha, do not provoke me, lest I take you a slap in the Face, I tell you that now.
Car. Oh, I find by his Humour this is he, and I am finely cheated and abus’d. I’ll up and know the Truth. [[Goes out.]
Hau. And so will I. [Follows.