Sir Per. In the dark walk—in the dark walk—ah! an evil-eyed curse upon her! yes, yes! she has been often in the dark walk, I believe:—But, read on.
Eger. [Reads.] 'In the mean time banish all fears, and hope the best from fortune, and your ever dutiful CONSTANTIA HARRINGTON.'
Sir Per. There—there's a warm epistle for you! in short, the hussy, you must know, is married till the fellow.
Eger. Not unlikely, sir.
Lady Mac. Indeed, by her letter, I believe she is.
Sir Per. Nay, I know she is: but look at the hand—peruse it—convince yourselves.
Eger. Yes, yes, it is her hand; I know it well, sir.
Sir Per. Madam, will you look at it? perhaps it may be forged.
Lady Mac. No, sir, it is no forgery.—Well! after this, I think I shall never trust human nature.
Sir Per. Now, madam, what amends can you make me for countenancing your son's passion for sic a strumpet? And you, sir, what have you to say for your disobedience and your frenzy? O! Charles, Charles—