TATT. Not in my power, madam! What, does your ladyship mean that I have no woman’s reputation in my power?
SCAN. ’Oons, why, you won’t own it, will you? [Aside.]
TATT. Faith, madam, you’re in the right; no more I have, as I hope to be saved; I never had it in my power to say anything to a lady’s prejudice in my life. For as I was telling you, madam, I have been the most unsuccessful creature living, in things of that nature; and never had the good fortune to be trusted once with a lady’s secret, not once.
ANG. No?
VAL. Not once, I dare answer for him.
SCAN. And I’ll answer for him; for I’m sure if he had, he would have told me; I find, madam, you don’t know Mr. Tattle.
TATT. No indeed, madam, you don’t know me at all, I find. For sure my intimate friends would have known—
ANG. Then it seems you would have told, if you had been trusted.
TATT. O pox, Scandal, that was too far put. Never have told particulars, madam. Perhaps I might have talked as of a third person; or have introduced an amour of my own, in conversation, by way of novel; but never have explained particulars.
ANG. But whence comes the reputation of Mr. Tattle’s secrecy, if he was never trusted?