CHARLOT.
Perhaps not, Sir, but it is a decisive evidence in a court of love.
SERJEANT.
Hark you, hussy, why you would not file an information against the virtue of madam your mother; you would not insinuate that she has been guilty of crim. con.?
CHARLOT.
Sir, you mistake me; it is not the lady, but the gentleman I am about to impeach.
SERJEANT.
Have a care, Charlot! I see on what ground your action is founded—jealousy.
CHARLOT.
You were never more deceiv'd in your life; for it is impossible, my dear Sir, that jealousy can subsist without love.