Char. Green eyes, you monster! Who told you, that my eyes were green? Let me tell you there have been sonnets made on my eyes, before now.
Fra. Glad to hear it.
Char. To the point then at once. What is your master?
Fra. A man.
Char. I surmised as much. But what's his name?
Fra. The same as his father's.
Char. Not unlikely;—and his father was—
Fra. Married.
Char. To whom?
Fra. To a woman.