Fran. Nearer, perhaps.
Peter. I say nothing.
Dan. I hope there is none in this company would be mean enough to betray him.
All. O Lord, surely not.
[They drink to SIR WALTER'S safety.
Fran. I have often wondered how our master came to be excepted by name in the late Act of Oblivion.
Dan. Shall I tell the reason?
All. Ay, do.
Dan. 'Tis thought he is no great friend to the present happy establishment.
All. O! monstrous!