Helen. Excellent! You’ll do it?
Fath. Rely upon it. How he’ll stare when he finds himself a prisoner, and my young lady at liberty!
Helen. Most excellent! You’ll be sure to do it?
Fath. Depend upon me! When Fathom undertakes a thing, he defies fire and water—
Wal. [Coming forward.] Fathom!
Fath. Sir!
Wal. Assemble straight the servants.
Fath. Yes, sir!
Wal. Mind,
And have them in the hall when I come down.
Fath. Yes, sir!