Mrs. CIRCUIT.
Yes, Sir, the assurance that innocence gives; there is not a soul, I thank heaven, that can lay the least soil, the least spot, on my virtue; nor is there a man on earth but yourself would have sat and silently listen'd to the fictions and fables of this intemperate sot.
SERJEANT.
Why to be sure the knight is overtaken a little; very near drunk.
Sir LUKE.
I hope he believes it is a lie. [Aside.]
Mrs. CIRCUIT.
Do me instant justice on this defamer, this lyar, or never more expect to see me in your house.
SERJEANT.
I begin to find out the fraud, this is all a flam of the knight's.