SCAN. Well, you own it?
TATT. I am strangely surprised! Yes, yes, I can’t deny’t if she taxes me with it.
SCAN. She’ll be here by and by, she sees Valentine every morning.
TATT. How?
VAL. She does me the favour, I mean, of a visit sometimes. I did not think she had granted more to anybody.
SCAN. Nor I, faith. But Tattle does not use to bely a lady; it is contrary to his character. How one may be deceived in a woman, Valentine?
TATT. Nay, what do you mean, gentlemen?
SCAN. I’m resolved I’ll ask her.
TATT. O barbarous! Why did you not tell me?
SCAN. No; you told us.