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SCENE III] LOVE FOR LOVE 257
not overtake you.—Ha! ha! ha! the rogue found me out to
be in formd pauperis presently.
Sir Samp. Dons! what a vexation is here! I know not to
do or say, or which way to go.
Val. Who's that, that's out of his way! I am Truth, and
can set him right.—Hark ye, friend, the straight road is the
worst way you can go:—He that follows his nose always,
will very often be led into a stink.—Probatum est.—But
what are you for, religion or politics? There's a couple of
topics for you, no more like one another than oil and
vinegar; and yet those two beaten together by a state-cook,
make sauce for the whole nation.
Sir Samp. What the devil had I to do, ever to beget sons?
why did I ever marry?
Val. Because thou wert a monster, old boy; the two
greatest monsters in the world are a man and a woman;
what's thy opinion ?
Sir Samp. Why, my opinion is that those two monsters
joined together, make a yet greater, that's a man and his
wife.
Val. Aha, old truepenny! sayest thou so? thou hast nicked
it.—But, it's wonderful strange, Jeremy.
Jer. What is, sir?
Val. That grey hairs should cover a green head, and I
make a fool of my father.—What's here! Erra Pater, or a
bearded Sibyl? If Prophecy comes, Truth must give place.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III
An Ante-room at VALENTINE'S Lodgings
Enter Sir SAMPSON, SCANDAL, FORESIGHT, Mrs. FORESIGHT,
and Mrs. FRAIL.
Fore. What says he? what, did he prophesy?—Ha, Sir
Sampson, bless us! how are we?
Sir Samp. Arc we! a pox o' your prognostication—why,
we are fools as we used to be.—Dons, that you could not
foresee that the moon would predominate, and my son be
mad!—Where's your oppositions, your trines, and your
quadrates?—What did your Cardan and your Ptolemy tell
you? your Messahalah and your Long onion tan us, your har-