PHI. What! In spite of our remonstrances to be always sapping the foundation of all knowledge—of grammar which rules even kings, and makes them, with a high hand, obey her laws.
CHRY. I thought her guilty of the greatest crime.
PHI. What! You do not think the crime unpardonable?
CHRY. Yes, yes.
PHI. I should like to see you excuse her.
CHRY. Heaven forbid!
BEL. It is really pitiful. All constructions are destroyed by her; yet she has a hundred times been told the laws of the language.
MAR. All that you preach there is no doubt very fine, but I don't understand your jargon, not I.
PHI. Did you ever see such impudence? To call a language founded on reason and polite custom a jargon!
MAR. Provided one is understood, one speaks well enough, and all your fine speeches don't do me no good.