Alon. If you be in such haste, take the shortest Account, I am your Son.
Car. I mean, Sir, what’s your Name, and which of you is Haunce van Ezel?
Hau. Ay, which of us is Haunce van Ezel? tell us that, Sir; we shall handle ye i’faith now—
Alon. He, Sir, can best inform you. [Pointing to Haunce.
Hau. Who, I! I know no more than the great Turk, not I, which of us is me; my Hat, my Feather, my Suit, and my Garniture all over, faith now; and I believe this is me, for I’ll trust my Eyes before any other Sense about me. What say’st thou now, Gload? guess which of us is thy own natural Master now if thou canst.
Glo. Which, Sir?—why—let me see—let me see, [Turns them both about.
fakes, I cannot tell, Sir.
Car. Come, come, the Cheat is plain, and I’ll not be fobb’d off, therefore tell me who you are, Sir. [To Alonzo.
Alon. One that was very unwilling to have put this Trick upon you, if I could have persuaded Euphemia to have been kind on any other Terms, but nothing would down with her but Matrimony.
Car. How long have you known her?