DR. ROSY.
Men are moles.
[Exeunt LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR forcing out ROSY.]
SCENE IV.—A Room in JUSTICE CREDULOUS’ House.
Enter JUSTICE CREDULOUS and MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Odds life, Bridget, you are enough to make one mad! I tell you he would have deceived a chief justice; the dog seemed as ignorant as my clerk, and talked of honesty as if he had been a churchwarden.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Pho! nonsense, honesty!—what had you to do, pray, with honesty? A fine business you have made of it with your Humphrey Hum: and miss, too, she must have been privy to it. Lauretta! ay, you would have her called so; but for my part I never knew any good come of giving girls these heathen Christian names: if you had called her Deborrah, or Tabitha, or Ruth, or Rebecca, or Joan, nothing of this had ever happened; but I always knew Lauretta was a runaway name.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Psha, you’re a fool!
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
No, Mr. Credulous, it is you who are a fool, and no one but such a simpleton would be so imposed on.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Why zounds, madam, how durst you talk so? If you have no respect for your husband, I should think unus quorum might command a little deference.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Don’t tell me!—Unus fiddlestick! you ought to be ashamed to show your face at the sessions: you’ll be a laughing-stock to the whole bench, and a byword with all the pig-tailed lawyers and bag-wigged attorneys about town.