Ten thousand thanks, my dear friend! sure there is no comfort, no balsam in life like a friend--but I shall make Madam Circuit remember-- Sir LUKE. We neither of us ought to forgive her--were I you, I'd get a divorce. SERJEANT. So I will--provided you will promise not to marry her after. Sir LUKE. Me! I'll sooner be torn to pieces by wild horses--no, my dear friend, we will retire to my house in the country together, and there, in innocence and simplicity, feeding our pigs and pigeons, like Pyramus and Thisbe, we will live the paragons of the age. SERJEANT. Agreed; we will be the whole earth to each other; for, as Mr. _Shakespur_ says, "The friend thou hast and his adoption try'd Clasp to thy soul, and quit the world beside."-- Sir LUKE. Zouns, here comes Madam Serjeant herself. _Enter Mrs._ CIRCUIT. Mrs. CIRCUIT. So, Gentlemen! a sweet tête a tête you have been holding--but I know it all, not a syllable you have said has been lost. Sir LUKE. Then, I hope you have been well entertained Mrs. Circuit? Mrs. CIRCUIT. And you, you mean spirited, dastardly wretch, to lend a patient ear to his infamous, improbable tales, equally shameful both to you and me. SERJEANT. How Madam! have you the assurance-- Mrs. CIRCUIT. Yes, Sir, the assurance that innocence gives; there is not a soul, I thank heaven, that can lay the least soil, the least spot, on my virtue; nor is there a man on earth but yourself would have sat and silently listen'd to the fictions and fables of this intemperate sot. SERJEANT. Why to be sure the knight is overtaken a little; very near drunk. Sir LUKE. I hope he believes it is a lie. [_Aside._] Mrs. CIRCUIT. Do me instant justice on this defamer, this lyar, or never more expect to see me in your house. SERJEANT. I begin to find out the fraud, this is all a flam of the knight's. Mrs. CIRCUIT. I'll drive this instant to a friend of mine in the Commons, and see if no satisfaction can be had, for blasting the reputation of a woman like me--and hark you Sir, what inducement, what devil could prompt?-- SERJEANT. Ay; what devil could prompt-- Sir LUKE. Heyday! Mrs. CIRCUIT. But I guess at your motive; you flatter'd yourself, that by marrying Charlot, and discarding of me you should engross all his affections and-- SERJEANT. True, true--stop, my life, let me come at him, a little: hark you, Mr. Knight, I begin to discover that you are a very sad dog. Sir LUKE. Et tu Brute! SERJEANT. Brute!--you'll find I am not the brute you would have made me believe--I have consider'd both sides of the question. Sir LUKE. Both sides of the question? SERJEANT. Both: if your story is true, you are a scoundrel to debauch the wife of your friend; and if it is false, you are an infamous lyar. Sir LUKE. Well argued. SERJEANT. So in both cases, get out of my house. Sir LUKE. Nay, but Serjeant-- SERJEANT.