Lady.—I like that colour and that figure well enough, but I don't like the silk—there is no substance in it.
Mer.—Indeed, Madam, your ladyship lies—it is a very substantial silk.
Lady.—No, no! you lie indeed, Sir; it is good for nothing; it will do no service.
Mer.—Pray, Madam, feel how heavy it is; you will find it is a lie; the very weight of it may satisfy you that you lie, indeed, Madam.
Lady.—Come, come, show me a better piece; I am sure you have better.
Mer.—Indeed, Madam, your ladyship lies; I may show you more pieces, but I cannot show you a better; there is not a better piece of silk of that sort in London, Madam.
Lady.—Let me see that piece of crimson there.
Mer.—Here it is, Madam.
Lady.—No, that won't do neither; it is not a good colour.
Mer.—Indeed, Madam, you lie; it is as fine a colour as can be dyed.