Woo. Oh Sir, when did you see her?
2 Fr. How he looks!
Jail. This morning.
Woo. Was she well? was she in health Sir? when did she sleep?
1 Fr. These are strange questions.
Jail. I do not think she was very well, for now
You make me mind her, but this very day
I ask'd her questions, and she answer'd me
So far from what she was, so childishly,
So sillily, as if she were a fool,
An Innocent, and I was very angry.
But what of her Sir?
Woo. Nothing but my pity, but you must know it, and as good by me
As by another that less loves her:
Jail. Well Sir.
1 Fr. Not right?
2 Fr. Not well?—