Rosy. We are but blind guessers.

O’Con. Nothing more.

Rosy. Thick-sighted mortals.

O’Con. Remarkably.

Rosy. Wandering in error.

O’Con. Even so.

Rosy. Futurity is dark.

O’Con. As a cellar.

Rosy. Men are moles.

[Exeunt Lieutenant O’Connor, forcing out Rosy.

Scene IV.—A Room in Justice Credulous’ House.

Enter Justice Credulous and Mrs. Bridget Credulous.

Just. Odds life, Bridget, you are enough to make one mad! I tell you he would have deceived a chief justice: the dog seemed as ignorant as my clerk, and talked of honesty as if he had been a churchwarden.

Mrs. Bri. Pho! nonsense, honesty!—what had you to do, pray, with honesty? A fine business you have made of it with your Humphrey Hum: and miss, too, she must have been privy to it. Lauretta! ay, you would have her called so; but for my part I never knew any good come of giving girls these heathen Christian names: if you had called her Deborah, or Tabitha, or Rebecca, or Joan, nothing of this had ever happened; but I always knew Lauretta was a runaway name.

Just. Psha, you’re a fool!

Mrs. Bri. No, Mr. Credulous, it is you who are a fool, and no one but such a simpleton would be so imposed on.

Just. Why, zounds, madam, how durst you talk so? If you have no respect for your husband, I should think unus quorum might command a little deference.

Mrs. Bri. Don’t tell me!—Unus fiddlestick! you ought to be ashamed to show your face at the sessions: you’ll be a laughing-stock to the whole bench, and a byword with all the pig-tailed lawyers and bag-wigged attorneys about town.

Just. Is this language for his majesty’s representative? By the statutes, it’s high treason and petty treason, both at once!

Enter Servant.

Ser. A letter for your worship.

Just. Who brought it?

Ser. A soldier.

Just. Take it away and burn it.