Nib. Why in the first place I insist upon it, and I will prove it up to mathematical Demonstration, that the Title of it is quite expotic.
Trif. Expotic?
Nib. Ay, immensely expotic! so expotic that the Play ought to have been hissed for it. The Suspicious Husband! Is not that an egregious Error? I am sure every Person who has the least Taste of the Drama must allow it to be an unpardonable Fault—quite a Misnomer—absolutely expotic.
Trif. Now by Aristotle's Beard, I think there could not have been so happy a Title found out of the Alphabet.
Nib. Nay prithee now, Tim[ [7] Trifle, what do you understand by the word Suspicion?
Trif. Dear Nick, every Mortal knows what Suspicion means; Suspicion comes from Suspicio, that is when any Person suspects another.
Nib. Well I won't dispute your Definition but upon my Honour I think it should have been the Jealous Husband.
Trif. He, he, lud, Nibble, that would have been the most absurd Title in the Creation. Well Nick, have you anything else in the Play to find fault with?
Nib. Yes, I think Ranger's Dress is another egregious Fault in it.
Trif. His Dress a Fault in the Play?