Sir LUKE.
Oh! fact! there is not the least doubt of the matter; this is no hear say, dy'e see, I was by all the while.
SERJEANT.
Very pretty! very fine upon my word.
Sir LUKE.
Was it my fault? what could I do? put yourself in my place; I must have been more, or less, than man to resist.
SERJEANT.
Your fault, Sir Luke, no, no—you did but your duty—but as to my wife—
Sir LUKE.
She's a diabolical fiend, I shall hate her as long as I live.