BARON. [To the BARONESS] You do not shrink from perjuring yourself?
BARONESS. I shrink from nothing when my child is concerned.
BARON. But if I have proofs?
BARONESS. Well, you have not.
BARON. The letters were burned, but certified copies of them are still in existence.
BARONESS. You lie to frighten me!
BARON. To show you how deeply I love my child, and to save the mother at least, as I seem to be lost, you—may have the proofs. But don't be ungrateful.
[Hands her a bundle of letters.
BARONESS. That you are a liar, I knew before, but that you were scoundrel enough to have the letters copied, that I could never have believed.
BARON. That is your thanks! But now both of us are lost.