Both. Welcome, sir.
Alon. And how are you, nephew?
Torr. Very tired, I promise you: for the way is long and my horse a rough goer, so as I’ve lost leather.
Alon. Sit down, and rest till they bring dinner.
Torr. Sitting an’t the way to mend it. But, however—— (Sits.) Nay, though I be head of the house, I an’t proud—you can all of you sit down too.
Clara (aside). Amiable humility!
Eug. (aside). No wonder the house is crazy if this be its head!
Torr. Well, now I come to look at you, cousins, I may say you are both of you handsome girls, indeed; which’ll put me to some trouble.
Clara. How so, cousin?
Torr. Why, didn’t you ever hear that if you put an ass between two bundles of hay, he’ll die without knowing which to begin on, eh?