FORESIGHT, SCANDAL, MRS FORESIGHT, BEN LEGEND.
Here's Mr Benjamin, he can tell us if his father be come
Who? Father? Ay, he's come home with a vengeance.
Why, what's the matter?
Matter! Why, he's mad.
Mercy on us, I was afraid of this. And there's the handsome
young woman, she, as they say, brother Val went mad for, she's mad
too, I think.
Oh, my poor niece, my poor niece, is she gone too? Well, I
shall run mad next.
Well, but how mad? How d'ye mean?
Nay, I'll give you leave to guess. I'll undertake to make a
voyage to Antegoa--no, hold; I mayn't say so, neither. But I'll
sail as far as Leghorn and back again before you shall guess at the
matter, and do nothing else. Mess, you may take in all the points
of the compass, and not hit right.
Your experiment will take up a little too much time.
Why, then, I'll tell you; there's a new wedding upon the
stocks, and they two are a-going to be married to rights.
Why, father and--the young woman. I can't hit of her name.
Ay, the same.
Sir Sampson and Angelica? Impossible!
That may be--but I'm sure it is as I tell you.
'Sdeath, it's a jest. I can't believe it.
Look you, friend, it's nothing to me whether you believe it or
no. What I say is true, d'ye see, they are married, or just going
to be married, I know not which.
Well, but they are not mad, that is, not lunatic?
I don't know what you may call madness. But she's mad for a
husband, and he's horn mad, I think, or they'd ne'er make a match
together. Here they come.