Duke. Nay, nay, ’tis like; thieves must observe their hours;
Lovers watch minutes like astronomers;
How shall the interim hours by us be spent?
Flu. Let’s all go see the madmen.
Cas., Pio., Sin. Mass, content.
Enter a Sweeper.
Duke. Oh, here comes one; question him, question him.
Flu. Now, honest fellow? dost thou belong to the house?
Sweep. Yes, forsooth, I am one of the implements, I sweep the madmen’s rooms, and fetch straw for ’em, and buy chains to tie ’em, and rods to whip ’em. I was a mad wag myself here, once, but I thank Father Anselmo, he lashed me into my right mind again.
Duke. Anselmo is the friar must marry them;
Question him where he is.
Cas. And where is Father Anselmo now?