SIR SAMP. Body o’ me, he talks sensibly in his madness. Has he no intervals?
JERE. Very short, sir.
BUCK. Sir, I can do you no service while he’s in this condition. Here’s your paper, sir—he may do me a mischief if I stay. The conveyance is ready, sir, if he recover his senses.
SCENE VII.
Sir Sampson, Valentine, Scandal, Jeremy.
SIR SAMP. Hold, hold, don’t you go yet.
SCAN. You’d better let him go, sir, and send for him if there be occasion; for I fancy his presence provokes him more.
VAL. Is the lawyer gone? ’Tis well, then we may drink about without going together by the ears—heigh ho! What a’clock is’t? My father here! Your blessing, sir.
SIR SAMP. He recovers—bless thee, Val; how dost thou do, boy?
VAL. Thank you, sir, pretty well. I have been a little out of order, Won’t you please to sit, sir?