Bel. Marry, heaven forbid!——
[Aside.
Alon. And I could only find it was no way demonstrative, but altogether fallacious.
Mask. On what a rock have we split ourselves!
Bel. Now my ignorance will certainly come out!
Beat. Sir, remember you are old and crazy, sir; and if the evening air should take you——beseech you, sir, retire.
Alon. Knowledge is to be preferred before health; I must needs discuss a point with this learned cavalier, concerning a difficult question in that art, which almost gravels me.
Mask. How I sweat for him, Beatrix, and myself too, who have brought him into this præmunire!
Beat. You must be impudent; for our old man will stick like a burr to you, now he's in a dispute.
Alon. What judgment may a man reasonably form from the trine aspect of the two infortunes in angular houses?
Bel. That's a matter of nothing, sir; I'll turn my man loose to you for such a question.
[Puts Maskall forward.