Roger:
Indeed, it is Mr. Richly himself—or else the devil in his shape.
Seriously speaking, is it you, my dear master?
Richly:
Yes, it's me, Roger. How've you been?
Roger: As you see, sir, very much at your service like a faithful servant, bright eyed and bushy-tailed—and always ready to obey you.
Richly:
That's good news. Let's go in.
Roger: We weren't expecting you and I assure you, you have fallen on us from the clouds, as it were.
Richly: No, I came by carriage from Portsmouth where my ship happily arrived several days ago. But now—
Roger: How well you look! What a face! How stout! The air in Spain must do wonders for men of your age. You ought to stay there, sir—for your health—
(Low) and our safety.
Richly: And how is my son? Has he taken good care of the business? Is it profitable under his management?
Roger: Oh, as to that, why I tell you, he has done so well—you wouldn't believe how he's into money. Your business is in a state that would astonish you—my word on it.