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.