Phil. An admirable Piece of Witchcraft.
Pseud. Well, but now you have been forewarn'd, prick up your Ears, listen attentively, and see if you can catch me in a Lie.
Phil. I do prick them up; say on.
Pseud. I have said already, and you have imitated me in lying.
Phil. Why, you'll persuade me I have neither Ears nor Eyes by and by.
Pseud. When Mens Ears are immoveable, and can neither be prick'd up nor let down, I told a Lie in bidding you prick up your Ears.
Phil. The whole Life of Man is full of such Lies.
Pseud. Not only such as these, O good Man, for these are but Jokes: But there are those that bring Profit.
Phil. The Gain that is got by Lying, is more sordid, than that which is got by laying a Tax on Urine.
Pseud. That is true, I own; but then 'tis to those that han't the Art of lying.