Chær. About sixteen.
Par. The very prime!
Chær. This girl, by force, by stealth, or by entreaty,
Procure me! how I care not, so I have her.
Par. Well, whom does she belong to?
Chær. I don’t know.
Par. Whence comes she?
Chær. I can’t tell.
Par. Where does she live?
Chær. I can’t tell neither.