Mrs. CIRCUIT.
I'll drive this instant to a friend of mine in the Commons, and see if no satisfaction can be had, for blasting the reputation of a woman like me—and hark you Sir, what inducement, what devil could prompt?—
SERJEANT.
Ay; what devil could prompt—
Sir LUKE.
Heyday!
Mrs. CIRCUIT.
But I guess at your motive; you flatter'd yourself, that by marrying Charlot, and discarding of me you should engross all his affections and—
SERJEANT.
True, true—stop, my life, let me come at him, a little: hark you, Mr. Knight, I begin to discover that you are a very sad dog.