Susan. Nobody, but such a wicked creature as you, could ever invent such scandalous tales, to the ruin of a poor Youth, who has unhappily fallen into his Lord’s disgrace.
Basil. I invent! Why it is in every body’s mouth.
(The Count discovers himself, and comes forward.)
Count. How! In every body’s mouth!
Basil. Zounds.
Count. Run, Basil, let him have fifty pistoles and a horse given him, and sent back to his friends instantly.
Basil. I’m very sorry, my Lord, I happened to speak—
Susan. I’m quite suffocated.
(Susan seems almost ready to faint, the Count supports her, and Basil assists.)