Trueman. I know you are not a mathematical line; you are not the twentieth part so straight and well made;—I only wish to convince you that the present government is an ignis fatuus that is leading you and thousands more to ruin.
Loveyet. But I don't choose to be convinc'd by you.
Trueman. No more than you'll be convinc'd you are sixty years old, I suppose.
Loveyet. Now see there again, see there! isn't this enough to try Job's patience? I'll let you know that my bodily and political Constitutions are both good, sir, both sound alike.
Trueman. I know they are. Ha, ha, ha.
Humphry. Pray, old gentleman, what sort of things may them same constitutions be?
Trueman. Avaunt, thou plebeian, thou ignoramus!
Humphry. Why, I lay now I can say that as good as you, for all you're such a fine scholard.—I won't be plain, thou ignorant mouse.
Trueman. "Monstrum horrendum, cui lumen ademptum!"
Humphry. Monstrous memorandums, cu—no, I can't say that; that's too hard for me. Well, what a glorious thing it is for to have good larning.