1st Off. Fear not, we’ll catch him on a sudden.
Vio. Oh! you had need do so; pray take heed of your warrant.
1st Off. I warrant, mistress. Now, Signor Candido.
Cand. Now, sir, what news with you, sir?
Vio. What news with you? he says: oh, he’s far gone!
1st Off. I pray, fear nothing; let’s alone with him,
Signor, you look not like yourself, methinks,—
Steal you a’ t’other side; you’re changed, you’re altered.
Cand. Changed, sir, why true, sir. Is change strange? ’Tis not
The fashion unless it alter! monarchs turn
To beggars, beggars creep into the nests
Of princes, masters serve their prentices,
Ladies their serving-men, men turn to women.
1st Off. And women turn to men.
Cand. Ay, and women turn to men, you say true: ha, ha, a mad world, a mad world. [Officers seize Candido.