Hump. How long have you been thus?
Niece. Thus! What would'st thou say?
Hump. What's the cause of it? Tell me truly, now; did you never love anybody before me?
Niece. Go, go, thou'rt a savage. [Rises.
Hump. They never let you go abroad, I suppose.
Niece. Thou'rt a monster, I tell thee.
Hump. Indeed, cousin, though 'tis a folly to tell thee so—I am afraid thou art a mad woman.
Niece. I'll have thee carried into some forest.
Hump. I'll take thee into a dark room.