Sir Luke. I don't, in the least, doubt it, my Lord—I never did doubt it.
Lord. You may depend upon seeing me here in the evening—and then you shall find I have not threatened more than I mean to perform—good morning!
Sir Luke. Good morning, my Lord—I don't in the least doubt it.
[Exit Lord Flint.
Lady. [Coming forward with Twineall.] For Heaven's sake, Mr. Twineall, what has birth to do with—
Twi. It has to do with every thing, Madam—even with beauty—and I wish I may suffer death, if a woman, with all the mental and personal accomplishments of the finest creature in Europe, wou'd to me be of that value, [Snapping his fingers.] if lowly born.
Sir Luke. And I sincerely wish every man who visits me was of the same opinion.
Aur. For shame, Mr. Twineall! persons of mean birth ought not to be despised for what it was not in their power to prevent—and if it is a misfortune, you shou'd consider them only as objects of pity.
Twi. And so I do pity them—and so I do—most sincerely—poor creatures!
[Looking on Lady Tremor.