Worthnought. Come, let's have no palitics, for gad's sake;—rat the canstitution:—I wou'dn't give une Fille de joye, for all the musty canstitutions in christendom.
Trueman. By the dignity of my profession, you never read Publius then; or you would have liked one constitution.
Worthnought. Publius! ha, ha, ha.—I read Publius! Not I, sir, I assure you:—an outré fellow,—a dull, mysterious, mechanical writer, as ever I refused to read, split me.
Loveyet. So he is, so he is, sir: by my body, I am glad to find somebody of my mind.
[Trueman and Loveyet retire to the back of the stage.
Enter Frankton and Humphry.
Frankton. You saw him go into Miss Airy's house, this morning, you say.
Humphry. Yes.
[Walks thoughtlessly about the stage.
Frankton. I think, this is a tolerable confirmation of the matter.