Nay, theres his Nephew, _Crackby_, your sweet servant. _Clar_. My Servant! I do admire that man's impudence, How he dare speake to any woman.

_Bon_. Why, is he not flesh and blood? _Clar_. Yes, but I question whether it be mans or no.

They talk of changlings: if there be such things I doubt not but hees one of them. _Bel_. Fie,[65] Sister; 'tis a prettye gent, I know you love him.

_Clar_. You hitt it there, I faith,[66]-You know the man? _Bon_. Yes, very well.