Chæ. That, i’faith, I don’t know.
Par. Whence did she come?
Chæ. That, just as much.
Par. Where does she live?
Chæ. Nor yet do I know that.
Par. Where did you see her?
Chæ. In the street.
Par. How did you come to lose her?
Chæ. Why, that’s what I was just now fretting myself about; and I do not believe that there is one individual to whom all good luck is a greater stranger than to myself. What ill fortune this is! I’m utterly undone!
Par. What’s the matter?