Mood. But my daughter loves serious plays.
Warn. They are tragi-comedies, sir, for both.
Sir Mart. I have heard her say, she loves none but tragedies.
Mood. Where have you heard her say so, sir?
Warn. Sir, you forget yourself; you never saw her in your life before.
Sir Mart. What, not at Canterbury, in the Cathedral church there? This is the impudentest rascal——
Warn. Mum, sir.
Sir Mart. Ah Lord, what have I done! As I hope to be saved, sir, it was before I was aware; for if ever I set eyes on her before this day, I wish—
Mood. This fellow is not so much fool, as he makes one believe he is.
Mill. I thought he would be discovered for a wit: This 'tis to over-act one's part!
[Aside.