SIR PETER. Now, I believe, the Truth is coming indeed[.]
SURFACE. The Woman's mad—
LADY TEAZLE. No Sir—she has recovered her Senses. Your own Arts have furnished her with the means. Sir Peter—I do not expect you to credit me—but the Tenderness you express'd for me, when I am sure you could not think I was a witness to it, has penetrated so to my Heart that had I left the Place without the Shame of this discovery—my future life should have spoken the sincerity of my Gratitude—as for that smooth-tongued Hypocrite—who would have seduced the wife of his too credulous Friend while he pretended honourable addresses to his ward—I behold him now in a light so truly despicable that I shall never again Respect myself for having Listened to him.
[Exit.]
SURFACE. Notwithstanding all this Sir Peter—Heaven knows——
SIR PETER. That you are a Villain!—and so I leave you to your conscience—
SURFACE. You are too Rash Sir Peter—you SHALL hear me—The man who shuts out conviction by refusing to——
[Exeunt, SURFACE following and speaking.]
END OF THE FOURTH