Madam. Ouy da.
Rasor. For we have such bloody Circumstances—
Madam. Sans doute.
Rasor. That any Man of Parts may draw tickling Conclusions from 'em.
Madam. Fort bien.
Rasor. We found a couple of tight, well-built Gentlemen stufft into her Ladyship's Closet.
Madam. Le Diable!
Rasor. And I, in my particular Person, have discovered a most damnable Plot, how to persuade my poor Master, that all this Hide and Seek, this Will in the Whisp, has no other meaning than a Christian Marriage for sweet Mrs. Belinda.
Madam. Une Mariage?——Ah les Droles!