May. So, now you have undone yourself your own way; you have made me vote against my conscience and interest too, and now I have lost both parties.
Mrs M. How have you lost both parties?
May. Why, my lord will never remember my voting for him, now he has lost the day; and Sir Harry, who has won it, will never forgive my voting against him: let which side will be uppermost, I shall have no place till the next election.
Mrs M. It will be your own fault then, sir; for you have it now in your power to oblige my lord more than ever; go and return my lord and the colonel as duly elected, and I warrant you I do your business with him yet.
May. Return 'em, my dear? Why, there was a majority of two or three score against 'em.
Mrs M. A fig for a majority of two or three score! if there had been a majority of as many hundreds, you'll never be called to an account for returning them; and when you have returned 'em, you'll have done all in your power. How can you expect that great men should do anything to serve you if you stick at anything to serve them?
May. My conscience boggles at this thing—but yet it is impossible I should ever get anything by the other side.
Mrs M. Ay, let that satisfy your conscience, that it is the only way to get anything.
May. Truly, I think it is.
Sneer. I think, Mr Trapwit, interest would be a better word there than conscience.