LADY SNEERWELL. No!
SURFACE. You tell me you have made a trial of Snake since we met—and that you still believe him faithful to us—
LADY SNEERWELL. I do believe so.
SURFACE. And that he has undertaken should it be necessary—to swear and prove that Charles is at this Time contracted by vows and Honour to your Ladyship—which some of his former letters to you will serve to support—
LADY SNEERWELL. This, indeed, might have assisted—
SURFACE. Come—come it is not too late yet—but hark! this is probably my Unkle Sir Oliver—retire to that Room—we'll consult further when He's gone.—
LADY SNEERWELL. Well but if HE should find you out to—
SURFACE. O I have no fear of that—Sir Peter will hold his tongue for his own credit sake—and you may depend on't I shall soon Discover Sir Oliver's weak side!—
LADY SNEERWELL. I have no diffidence of your abilities—only be constant to one roguery at a time—
[Exit.]