Pa. But you must grant it so as not to eat your Words.
Ma. No, I will not.
Pa. You will not deny, I suppose, that the Person that takes away another's Life, is a Murtherer.
Ma. I grant that too.
Pa. I suppose you will grant that which has been allow'd by the greatest Men of many Ages, that the Soul of a Man is not really where it animates, but where it loves.
Ma. Make that a little plainer, I can't well understand it then.
Pa. You might as well bid me make an Adamant sensible of it.
Ma. I am a Maid, not a Stone.
Pa. Tis true, but harder than an Adamant Stone.
Ma. Go on with your Inferences.