Pis. What shall I do? what shall I say?
Did not you counsel me to wed my child?
What potion? Where's your help, your remedy?
Har. I hope more happy stars will reign to-day,
And don Alvaro have more company.
Enter Anthony.
Anth. Now, Anthony, this cottons as it should,
And everything sorts to his wish'd effect.
Harvey joys Mall: my Dutchman and the French,
Thinking all sure, laugh at Alvaro's hap;
But quickly I shall mar that merry vein,
And make your fortunes equal with your friends.
Pis. Sirrah Mouche, what answer brought you back!
Will Master Balsaro come as I requested?
Anth. Master Balsaro? I knownotwho you mean.
Pis. Know you not, ass? did not I send thee for him?
Did I not bid thee bring him with the parson?
What answer made he? will he come or no?
Anth. Sent me for him? why, sir, you sent not me,
I neither went for him, nor for the parson.
I am glad to see your worship is so merry. [Knocking.
Pis. Hence, you forgetful dolt! Look down who knocks[543].