Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Wildbrain and Toby.
Wild. HOnest Toby?
To. Sweet Mr. Wildbrain,—I am glad I ha met w'ye.
Wild. Why, did my Aunt send for me?
Tob. Your Aunt's a mortal, and thinks not on you
For ought I can perceive.
Wild. Is my cosin alive agen?
Tob. Neither, and yet we do not hear
That she's buried.
Wild. What should make thee glad then?
Tob. What should make me glad? have I not cause,
To see your Princely body well, and walk thus,
Look blithe and bonny, and your Wardrobe whole still?