Fab. Why, we shall make him mad, indeed.
Mar. The house will be the quieter.
Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, and bound.—Follow him, and let him not from thy sight.
[Exit Maria.
But see, but see.
Fab. More matter for a May morning.
Enter Sir Andrew, with a Letter.
Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it; I warrant, there's vinegar and pepper in't.
Fab. Is't so saucy?
Sir And. Ay, is it, I warrant him: do but read.