And not a twelvemonth agone, I lost my way in a fog, at Mile-End, and was conducted to my house in May-Fair by a man as blind as a beetle.
SERJEANT.
Wonderful!
Sir LUKE.
And as to hearing and speaking, those organs are of no manner of use in the world.
SERJEANT.
How!
Sir LUKE.
If you doubt it, I will introduce you to a whole family, dumb as oysters, and deaf as the dead, who chatter from morning till night by only the help of their fingers.
SERJEANT.