Stra. Come here, come here first, I have an errand for you. Hire that carriage in the village; drive to the town hard by; you may be back by sun-set. I shall give you a letter to a widow who lives there. With her you will find two children. They are mine.
Fra. [Astonished.] Your children, sir!
Stra. Take them, and bring them hither.
Fra. Your children, sir!
Stra. Yes, mine! Is it so very inconceivable?
Fra. That I should have been three years in your service, and never have heard them mentioned, is somewhat strange.
Stra. Pshaw!
Fra. You have been married then?
Stra. Go, and prepare for our journey.
Fra. That I can do in five minutes.