Sir Geo. Never mind him, Mr. Marplot, he is eat up with Spleen. But tell me, what says Miranda?
Marpl. Says—nay, we are all undone there too.
Char. I told you so; nothing prospers that he undertakes.
Marpl. Why can I help her having chose your Father for Better for Worse?
Char. So: There's another of Fortune's Strokes; I suppose I shall be Edg'd out of my Estate, with Twins every Year, let who will get 'em.
Sir Geo. What is the Woman really Possest?
Marpl. Yes with the Spirit of Contradiction, she rail'd at you most prodigiously.
Sir Geo. That's no ill Sign.
Enter Whisper, with Pen, Ink and Paper.
Marpl. You'd say it was no good Sign, if you knew all.