Ar. We all gave thee over for lost. But prithee where hast been rambling all this While?
Co. In t'other World.
Ar. Why truly a Body would think so by thy slovenly Dress, lean Carcase, and ghastly Phyz.
Co. Well, but I am just come from Jerusalem, not from the Stygian Shades.
Ar. What Wind blew thee thither?
Co. What Wind blows a great many other Folks thither?
Ar. Why Folly, or else I am mistaken.
Co. However, I am not the only Fool in the World.
Ar. What did you hunt after there?
Co. Why Misery.