Mer. Some one spoke, I think—
Rom. It was my wife.
Mer. Don’t puzzle yourselves, I’ll straightway make it clear.
You know the Spiritualists hold meeting here;
You rapped me, and I went, is that not plain?
So with another wrap, I come again.
Cap. Entranced youth, you are not wanted here,
So quickly you had better disappear.
I want my daughter—
Mer. So does Romeo too;