Leont. Undone.
Croaker. How do I look now? Sir, I am your very humble servant. Madam, I am yours. What! you are going off, are you? Then, first, if you please, take a word or two from me with you before you go. Tell me first where you are going; and when you have told me that, perhaps, I shall know as little as I did before.
Croaker.—"How does he look now?"—p. 310.
Leont. If that be so, our answer might but increase your displeasure, without adding to your information.
Croaker. I want no information from you, puppy! and you, too, madam, what answer have you got? Eh! A cry without, Stop him! I think I heard a noise. My friend, Honeywood, without—has he seized the incendiary? Ah, no, for now I hear no more on't.
Leont. Honeywood without? Then, sir, it was Mr. Honeywood that directed you hither.
Croaker. No, sir, it was Mr. Honeywood conducted me hither.
Leont. Is it possible?
Croaker. Possible! why he's in the house now, sir. More anxious about me, than my own son, sir.