SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
What, is he gone out of town, run away, ha? has he
tricked me? Speak, varlet.
JEREMY
No, no, sir, he's safe enough, sir, an he were but as sound,
poor gentleman. He is indeed here, sir, and not here, sir.
SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
Hey day, rascal, do you banter me? Sirrah, d'ye banter
me? Speak, sirrah, where is he? for I will find him.
JEREMY
Would you could, sir, for he has lost himself. Indeed, sir,
I have a'most broke my heart about him--I can't refrain tears when I
think of him, sir: I'm as melancholy for him as a passing-bell,
sir, or a horse in a pound.
SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
A pox confound your similitudes, sir. Speak to be
understood, and tell me in plain terms what the matter is with him,
or I'll crack your fool's skull.
JEREMY
Ah, you've hit it, sir; that's the matter with him, sir: his
skull's cracked, poor gentleman; he's stark mad, sir.