Has. And, I'll forgive that meaning, sooner than the other—utter any thing but flattery—Oh! never let the honest, plain, blunt English name, become a proverb for so base a vice.—
Lady Tre. [Without.] Where is the poor creature?
Enter Lady Tremor.
Lady. Oh! if his head is off, pray let me look at it?——
Twi. No, Madam, it is on—and I am very happy to be able to tell you so.——
Lady. Dear Heaven!—I expected to have seen it off!—but no matter—as it is on—I am come that it may be kept on—and have brought my Lord Flint, and Sir Luke, as witnesses.
Enter Lord, Aurelia, and Sir Luke.
Has. Well, Madam, and what have they to say?
Sir Luke. Who are we to tell our story to?—There does not seem to be any one fitting in judgement.—
Has. Tell it to me, Sir—I will report it.