_Const_. I do not reach your meaning, sir. _Non_. Where have you been of late? _Const_. I seldom stir without you, sir: These walls most commonly confine me. _Non_. These walls can get no children; nor these hangings; though there be men wrought in 'em. _Isa_. Yet, by your favour, nuncle, children may be wrought behind the hangings. _Non_. O Constance, Constance! How have my grey hairs deserved this of thee? Who got that belly there? _Const_. You, I hope, sir. _Non_. Tell me the truth, for I will know it; come, the story. _Const_. The story's quickly told, sir; I am with child. _Non_. And who is the father? _Const_. I do not know, sir. _Non_. Not know! went there so many to't? _Const_. So far from that, that there were none at all, to my best knowledge, sir. _Non_. Was't got by miracle? Who was the father? _Const_. Who got your money, sir, that you have lost? _Non_. Nay, Heaven knows who got that. _Const_. And, Heaven knows who got this: for, on my conscience, he, that had your money, was the father on't. _Non_. The devil it was as soon. _Const_. That's all I fear, sir. _Isa_. 'Tis strange;--and yet 'twere hard, sir, to suspect my cousin's virtue, since we know the house is haunted. _Non_. 'Tis true, that nothing can be laid, though under lock and key, but it miscarries. _Isa_. 'Tis not to be believed, what these villainous spirits can do: they go invisible. _Const_. First, they stole away my prayer-book; and, a little after that, a small treatise I had against temptation; and when they were gone, you know, sir-- _Isa_. If there be such doings, pray heaven we are not all with child. 'Tis certain, that none live within these walls, but they have power of: I have reared Toby, the coachman, any time this fortnight. _Non_. Out, impudence! A man with child! why 'tis unnatural. _Isa_. Ay, so is he that got it. _Non_. Thou art not in earnest? _Isa_. I would I were not:--Hark! I hear him groan hither. Come in, poor Toby. _Enter_ TOBY, _the coachman, with an urinal_. _Non_. How now! what have you there, sirrah? _Tob_. An't please your worship, 'tis my water. I had a spice o'the new disease here i'the house; and so carried it to master doctor. _Non_. Well; and what did he say to you? _Tob_. He told me very sad news, an' please you: I am somewhat bashful to speak on't. _Isa_. Out with it, man. _Tob_. Why, truly, he told me, the party that owned the water was with child. _Isa_. I told you so, uncle. _Non_. To my best remembrance, I never heard of such a thing before. _Tob_. I never stretch out myself to snap my whip, but it goes to the heart of me. _Isa_. Alas, poor Toby! _Non_. Begone, and put off your livery, sirrah!--You shall not stay a minute in my service. _Tob_. I beseech your good worship, be good to me; 'twas the first fault I ever committed in this kind. I have three poor children by my wife; and if you leave me to the wide world, with a new charge upon myself-- _Non_. Begone! I will not hear a word.