and cry, 'Ay, the boy takes after his mother's relations,' when the
devil and she knows 'tis a little compound of the whole body of
nobility.

BELL+SHARP. Ha, ha, ha!

BELL. Well, but, George, I have one question to ask you -

HEART. Pshaw, I have prattled away my time. I hope you are in no
haste for an answer, for I shan't stay now. [Looking on his
watch.]

BELL. Nay, prithee, George -

HEART. No; besides my business, I see a fool coming this way.
Adieu.


SCENE V.


SHARPER, BELLMOUR.

BELL. What does he mean? Oh, 'tis Sir Joseph Wittoll with his
friend; but I see he has turned the corner and goes another way.

SHARP. What in the name of wonder is it?

BELL. Why, a fool.