Humh! An admirable composition, faith, this same womankind.
What, is she gone, sir?
Gone? Why, she was never here, nor anywhere else; nor I
don't know her if I see her, nor you neither.
Good lack! What's the matter now? Are any more of us to be
mad? Why, sir, my master longs to see her, and is almost mad in
good earnest with the joyful news of her being here.
We are all under a mistake. Ask no questions, for I can't
resolve you; but I'll inform your master. In the meantime, if our
project succeed no better with his father than it does with his
mistress, he may descend from his exaltation of madness into the
road of common sense, and be content only to be made a fool with
other reasonable people. I hear Sir Sampson. You know your cue;
I'll to your master.