AMELIA.
See him and ask him. He knows the whole story, indeed he does; the names of the persons, and every circumstance.
BARON.
Desire he may be sent to me.
AMELIA.
[goes to the door and calls]. Order old Verdun to come to the Baron directly.
BARON.
I know tale-bearers are apt to be erroneous. I’ll hear from himself, the account you speak of.
AMELIA.
I believe it is in verse.
BARON.
[angry]. In verse!
AMELIA.
But, then, indeed it’s true.
Enter BUTLER.
AMELIA.
Verdun, pray have not you some true poetry?
BUTLER.
All my poetry is true—and so far, better than some people’s prose.