Light. Master Hog, good day.
Hog. [Good day], for I have had a bad night on't.
Light. Sickness is incident to age: what, be the writings ready to be sealed we entreated last day?
Hog. Yes, I think they are; would the scrivener were paid for making them.
Light. He shall be so, though I do't myself. Is the money put up, as I appointed?
Hog. Yes, 'tis put up: confusion seize the receivers!
Light. Heaven bless us all! what mean you, sir?
Hog. O sir, I was robb'd this night of all I had;
My daughter too is lost, and I undone.
Light. Marry, God forbid! after what manner, I pray?
Hog. O, to recount, sir, will breed more ruth
Than did the tale of that high Trojan duke[401]
To the sad-fated Carthaginian queen.