D. Then I am assured there is no other picture
Than that I saw. His servant guessed the truth:
’Twas part of a pretence, for which I think
There may be a cause. There is no lady at all.
R. Tristram’s a fool; and wrests what wit he hath
To outwit himself.
D.What then do you believe?
R. I see the stroke your ladyship prepared
Was excellent: the merest chance in the world
Enabled him to escape.