CHARLOT.
Suppose then, Sir, those powerful charms which made a conquest of you, may have extended their empire over the heart of Sir Luke?
SERJEANT.
Why, hussy, you don't hint at your mother-in-law?
CHARLOT.
Indeed, Sir, but I do.
SERJEANT.
Ay; why this is point blank treason against my sovereign authority: but can you, Charlot, bring proof of any overt acts?
CHARLOT.
Overt acts!