SCENE IV.


[To them] SERVANT.

SERV. Sir Sampson is coming down to wait upon you.

ANG. Good-bye, uncle--call me a chair. I'll find out my aunt, and
tell her she must not come home.

FORE. I'm so perplexed and vexed, I'm not fit to receive him; I
shall scarce recover myself before the hour be past. Go nurse, tell
Sir Sampson I'm ready to wait on him.

NURSE. Yes, sir,

FORE. Well--why, if I was born to be a cuckold, there's no more to
be said--he's here already.


SCENE V.


FORESIGHT, and SIR SAMPSON LEGEND with a paper.

SIR SAMP. Nor no more to be done, old boy; that's plain--here 'tis,
I have it in my hand, old Ptolomey, I'll make the ungracious
prodigal know who begat him; I will, old Nostrodamus. What, I