JERE. Ah, you’ve hit it, sir; that’s the matter with him, sir: his skull’s cracked, poor gentleman; he’s stark mad, sir.
SIR SAMP. Mad!
BUCK. What, is he non compos?
JERE. Quite non compos, sir.
BUCK. Why, then, all’s obliterated, Sir Sampson, if he be non compos mentis; his act and deed will be of no effect, it is not good in law.
SIR SAMP. Oons, I won’t believe it; let me see him, sir. Mad—I’ll make him find his senses.
JERE. Mr. Scandal is with him, sir; I’ll knock at the door.
[Goes to the scene, which opens.]
SCENE VI.
Sir Sampson, Valentine, Scandal, Jeremy, and Lawyer. Valentine upon a couch disorderly dressed.