Act V - Act V, Scene VIII
FORESIGHT, SCANDAL, MRS FORESIGHT, BEN.
MRS FORE. Here's Mr Benjamin, he can tell us if his father be come home.
BEN. Who? Father? Ay, he's come home with a vengeance.
MRS FORE. Why, what's the matter?
BEN. Matter! Why, he's mad.
FORE. 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.
FORE. Oh, my poor niece, my poor niece, is she gone too? Well, I shall run mad next.
MRS FORE. Well, but how mad? How d'ye mean?
BEN. 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.
MRS FORE. Your experiment will take up a little too much time.
BEN. 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.
BEN. Why, father and--the young woman. I can't hit of her name.
BEN. Ay, the same.
MRS FORE. Sir Sampson and Angelica? Impossible!
BEN. That may be--but I'm sure it is as I tell you.
SCAN. 'Sdeath, it's a jest. I can't believe it.
BEN. 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.
FORE. Well, but they are not mad, that is, not lunatic?
BEN. 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.