SCANDAL, JEREMY.
SCANDAL Humh! An admirable composition, faith, this same womankind.
JEREMY What, is she gone, sir?
SCANDAL Gone? Why, she was never here, nor anywhere else; nor I don't know her if I see her, nor you neither.
JEREMY 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.
SCANDAL 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.