Roger: (low to Mrs. Prim) Yes, Madam, indeed it is he—but he's lost his wits. His ship was wrecked and he drank salt water. It turned his head.
Mrs. Prim:
What a shame—the poor man!
Roger: If he happens by chance to accost you, he may say something odd. Don't pay any attention. We're going to have him locked up.
(To Richly) If you speak to her, have a little patience with her weakness. Think of her as a clock that's a bit cuckoo.
Richly:
Leave her to me.
Mrs. Prim:
There's something strange and distracted about his manner.
Richly:
How her looks have changed. She has haggard eyes.
Mrs. Prim:
Well—it's Mr. Richly. You've come back to England, eh?
Richly:
Ready to render you my devoirs.
Mrs. Prim:
I'm very distressed about the misfortune you've suffered.