Matthews You're trying to put me off the scent. But you won't succeed. I'm on my guard. Come on, tell the truth.
Trim
Oh, willingly! It's my character to tell the truth.
Matthews
You sanctimonious hypocrite!
Trim
So, to tell you exactly—
Matthews The double crosser is going to lie! But, reckon, that will serve nothing. I know where you were.
Trim
If you know, why do you ask me?
Matthews
I want to hear it from your own mouth.
Trim Oh, fie, sir! Where is honor, where is probity? I give the word of a gentleman. Admit to me that you know nothing if I keep silent.
Matthews'
If you keep silent, I will roast you.
Trim They will be blows wasted. I have shoulders equal to any beating. I am of the race of sergeants and blows cannot frighten an illustrious member of my family.