Phœbe:
To-day,
I married your bairn’s father.
Eliza:
O God!
Jim:
Come, lass,
I say!
Judith:
No woman, no! I spoke the truth.
Haven’t I shamed myself enough already—
That you must call me liar! (To Eliza) Speak out now,
If you’re not tongue-tied: tell her all you ken—
How I’m a byword among honest women,
And yet, no liar. You’d tongue enough just now
To tell me what I was—a cruel tongue
Cracking about my ears: and have you none
To answer your son’s wife, and save the lad
From scandal?
Eliza:
I’ve not known the lass to lie ...
And she’s the true heart, Phœbe, true as death,
Whatever it may seem.