ANG. Do, uncle, lock ’em up quickly before my aunt come home. You’ll have a letter for alimony to-morrow morning. But let me be gone first, and then let no mankind come near the house, but converse with spirits and the celestial signs, the bull and the ram and the goat. Bless me! There are a great many horned beasts among the twelve signs, uncle. But cuckolds go to heaven. FORE. But there’s but one virgin among the twelve signs, spitfire, but one virgin. ANG. Nor there had not been that one, if she had had to do with anything but astrologers, uncle. That makes my aunt go abroad. FORE. How, how? Is that the reason? Come, you know something; tell me and I’ll forgive you. Do, good niece. Come, you shall have my coach and horses—faith and troth you shall. Does my wife complain? Come, I know women tell one another. She is young and sanguine, has a wanton hazel eye, and was born under Gemini, which may incline her to society. She has a mole upon her lip, with a moist palm, and an open liberality on the mount of Venus. ANG. Ha, ha, ha! FORE. Do you laugh? Well, gentlewoman, I’ll—but come, be a good girl, don’t perplex your poor uncle, tell me—won’t you speak? Odd, I’ll— 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 warrant my son thought nothing belonged to a father but forgiveness and affection; no authority, no correction, no arbitrary power; nothing to be done, but for him to offend and me to pardon. I warrant you, if he danced till doomsday he thought I was to pay the piper. Well, but here it is under black and white, _signatum_, _sigillatum_, and _deliberatum_; that as soon as my son Benjamin is arrived, he’s to make over to him his right of inheritance. Where’s my daughter that is to be?—Hah! old Merlin! body o’ me, I’m so glad I’m revenged on this undutiful rogue. FORE. Odso, let me see; let me see the paper. Ay, faith and troth, here ’tis, if it will but hold. I wish things were done, and the conveyance made. When was this signed, what hour? Odso, you should have consulted me for the time. Well, but we’ll make haste—