Waiter [answering from behind the door.] Yes, sir.
Cas. Well, landlady, what company are we to have?
Land. Only two gentlewomen, sir. They are just stepp'd into the next room—they will be back again in a minute.
Cas. Where do they come from?
[All this while the Waiter re-enters with the bason and water, Casimere pulls off his boots, takes a napkin from the table, and washes his face and hands.
Land. There is one of them, I think, comes from Nuremburgh.
Cas. [aside.] From Nuremburgh; [with eagerness] her name?
Land. Matilda.
Cas. [aside.] How does this idiot woman torment me! What else?
Land. I can't recollect.