EDWARD.
I will tell you what—he has five dogs, let us poison some of them; that he deserves at least.
CHARLES.
But those poor dogs—what have they done?
EDWARD.
I am curious to know, what my uncle will say of this pretty trick; he has always spoken slightingly of young Falkland.
CHARLES.
That is a sign he could penetrate into his mind, and saw his bad temper. I will, in future, pay more attention to his advice, and observations on characters. But now I think of it, Edward, we will not tell my father that Falkland poisoned my dog. Let us try to make him feel ashamed, by shewing him we despise revenge—I should like to mortify him this way.
WILLIAM.
You are very generous.