Phil. In Truth, I hear no Lie yet.
Pseud. You would have heard some, if you understood the Art.
Phil. Do you shew it me then.
Pseud. First of all, I call'd you the best of Men, is not that a swinging Lie, when you are not so much as good? And if you were good, you could not be said to be the best, there are a thousand others better than you.
Phil. Here, indeed, you have deceiv'd me.
Pseud. Well, now try if you can catch me again in another Lie.
Phil. I cannot.
Pseud. I want to have you shew that Sharpness of Wit, that you do in other Things.
Phil. I confess, I am deficient. Shew me.
Pseud. When I said, now I will begin to lie, did I not tell you a swinging Lie then, when I had been accustomed to lie for so many Years, and I had also told a Lie, just the Moment before.