Mast. They will confound ye, Sir, like Bells rung backward,
They are nothing but Confusion, and meer Noises.
Alph. May be I love a noise; but hark ye, Sir,
Have ye no Boys? handsome young Boys?
Mast. Yes, one, Sir,
A very handsome Boy.
Alph. Long here?
Mast. But two days;
A little crazed; but much hope of recovery.
Alph. I, that Boy, let me see, may be I know him,
That Boy I say; this is the Boy he told me of,
And it must need be she; that Boy, I beseech ye, Sir,
That Boy I come to see.
Mast. And ye shall see him;
Or any else: but pray be not too violent.
Alph. I know what to do, I warrant ye; I am for all fancies;
I can talk to 'em, and dispute.
1 Keep. As madly;
For they are very mad, Sir.
Alph. Let 'em be horn-mad.