A room in FORESIGHT's house.
FORESIGHT and SERVANT.
Hey day! What, are all the women of my family abroad? Is
not my wife come home? Nor my sister, nor my daughter?
Mercy on us, what can be the meaning of it? Sure the moon is
in all her fortitudes. Is my niece Angelica at home?
I believe you lie, sir.
I say you lie, sir. It is impossible that anything should be
as I would have it; for I was born, sir, when the crab was
ascending, and all my affairs go backward.
I can't tell indeed, sir.
No, I know you can't, sir: but I can tell, and foretell,