Aldo. Known whom?
Giles. Your son here, my young master.
Aldo. Do I dote? or art thou drunk, Giles?
108 Giles. Nay, I am sober enough, I'm sure; I have been kept fasting almost these two days.
Aldo. Before George, 'tis so! I read it in that leering look: What a Tartar have I caught!
Brain. Woodall his son!
Pleas. What, young father Aldo!
Aldo. [Aside.] Now cannot I for shame hold up my head, to think what this young rogue is privy to!
Mrs Brain. The most dumb interview I ever saw!
Brain. What, have you beheld the Gorgon's head on either side?