Fred. I never thought of doing such a thing.
Bob. Nor I.
Butts. ’Tis false: all three were concerned in it.
Harry. Do you charge us with falsehood?
Fred. Mind what you’re about: I won’t be called a liar.
Bob. No, sir! If you say we lie, you’ll find yourself lying on the floor.
Butts. There’s a lie somewhere.
Harry. Oh, come! I can’t stand that. Let’s throw him into the lake!
Fred. Good! I’m with you.