CHARLOT.
Without doubt, Sir; but there are notwithstanding in this town a great number of nobodies, not described by lord Coke.
SERJEANT.
Hey!
CHARLOT.
There is your next-door neighbour, Sir Harry Hen, an absolute blank.
SERJEANT.
How so, Mrs. Pert?
CHARLOT.
What, Sir! a man who is not suffer'd to hear, see, smell, or in short to enjoy the free use of any one of his senses; who, instead of having a positive will of his own, is deny'd even a paltry negative; who can neither resolve or reply, consent or deny, without first obtaining the leave of his lady: an absolute monarch to sink into the sneaking state of being a slave to one of his subjects—Oh fye!