Fred. Hah! I am amaz’d; see, Lorenzo,
Dost thou not know that Face?
Lor. [O’] my Conscience and Soul, ’tis my own Sister Laura;
Why, how now, Mistress,
Do things go thus with you, i’faith? She shakes her Hand, as not understanding him.
Ant. Sir, she understands you not.
Lor. Is it not Laura then?
Ant. No, Sir, it is a Stranger.
Fred. Let her be what she will, I’ll have her. Fred. seems to talk, when she answers in Grimaces.
Lor. There have been Examples in the World