I did not think I had an enemy in the world.
BULLER.
Your friends, sir, had heard a rumour—that you had mounted a wig.
NORTH.
And was there, among them all, one so weak-minded as to believe it? But to be sure, there are no bounds to the credulity of mankind.
BULLER.
That you had lost your hair—and that, like Sampson—
NORTH.
And by what Delilah had my locks been shorn?
SEWARD.