Tar. Agreed, agreed.
Cimb. Mr. Bramble is very quick; he parted a little abruptly.
Tar. He could not bear my argument; I pinched him to the quick about that Gr——gr——ber.
Mrs. Seal. I saw that, for he durst not so much as hear you. I shall send to you, Mr. Serjeant, as soon as Sir Geoffry comes to town, and then I hope all may be adjusted.
Tar. I shall be at my chambers, at my usual hours. [Exit.
Cimb. Madam, if you please, I'll now attend you to the tea table, where I shall hear from your ladyship reason and good sense, after all this law and gibberish.
Mrs. Seal. 'Tis a wonderful thing, sir, that men of professions do not study to talk the substance of what they have to say in the language of the rest of the world. Sure, they'd find their account in it.
Cimb. They might, perhaps, madam, with people of your good sense; but with the generality 'twould never do. The vulgar would have no respect for truth and knowledge, if they were exposed to naked view.
Truth is too simple, of all art bereaved:
Since the world will—why let it be deceived.
[Exeunt.