(Enter LUCY)
Skin. O Lucy, give me a little Inlap or Hartshorn or something to raise my Spirits. Had ever Man so happy an Escape?
Lucy. Ay, Sir, you'd say it was a happy Escape indeed, if you knew all; why Sir, it is whispered everywhere that she had an Intrigue last Summer at Scarborough with a Captain of Horse.
Skin. I don't in the least doubt it; she who could give Ratsbane or Laudanum to her Husband, I believe would not hesitate at a little Fornication.
(SHARK without, dressed like a Fox Hunter, drunk, knocking very loud and hollowing)
Shar. Haux, haux, haux, my Honies, Heyhe! House, where the Devil are you all?
Skin. Bless us, who is it knocks so? ([knocking] within)
Lucy. The Lord knows, Sir, some Madman I believe—It is Shark, I suppose. (Aside)
(Enter SHARK)
Shar. Hey House! Family! Where are you all?