Ha! ha! ha! the wild man has began to shew his breeding with a vengeance—he has overturned the kitchen, set the cellar afloat, and sent every thing in the stable to rack and manger; for he hath eaten the beast's provender, given wine to the horses, and thrown the cook into the dripping pan, where he basted him with his own ladle.
Enter Agatha.
Agatha.
Ah, Hugo—what, are you laughing at the wild man? I'm sure he frightens me.
Hugo.
He'd have frightened you more, if you had seen him, as I did, in his own dining room in the forest.
Agatha.
Why now, really, had you courage enough to venture there?
Hugo.