Enter Launcelot.
Seb. Did he do devises?
Ser. The best devises Sir: here's my fellow Launcelot
He can inform ye all: he was among 'em,
A mad thing too: I stood but in a corner.
Seb. Come Sir, what can you say? is there any hope yet
Your Master may return?
Laun. He went far else,
I will assure your worship on my credit
By the faith of a Travellor, and a Gentleman,
Your son is found again, the son, the Tom.
Seb. Is he the old Tom?
Laun. The old Tom.
Seb. Go forward.
Laun. Next, to consider how he is the old Tom.
Seb. Handle me that.