You'd best be coy, and blush for a pretence;
For shame! say something in your own defence!
Mrs Cox. What shall I say? I have been hence so long,
I've e'en almost forgot my mother-tongue;
If I can act, I wish I were ten fathom
Beneath——
Goodman. O Lord! pray, no swearing, madam!
Mrs Cox. If I had sworn, yet sure, to serve the nation,
I could find out some mental reservation.
Well, in plain terms, gallants, without a sham,