y bodily and political Constitutions are
both good, sir, both sound alike.

TRUEMAN. I know they are. Ha, ha, ha.

HUMPHRY. Pray, old gentleman, what sort of things may them same
constitutions be?

TRUEMAN. Avaunt, thou plebeian, thou ignoramus!

HUMPHRY. Why, I lay now I can say that as good as you, for all you're such
a fine scholard.--I won't be plain, thou ignorant mouse.

TRUEMAN. "_Monstrum horrendum, cui lumen ademptum!_"

HUMPHRY. Monstrous memorandums, cu--no, I can't say that; that's too hard
for me. Well, what a glorious thing it is for to have good larning.

LOVEYET. Sixty odd years indeed! provoking wretch!

HUMPHRY. What a bloody passion he's in!

TRUEMAN. Pray, Mr. Loveyet, do not anathematize me so;--if you do not
civilize your phraseology a little, I must have recourse to a little
castigation, for, _necessitas non habet legem_, you know, Mr. Loveyet.

LOVEYET. I know nothing about such nonsense, not I.

TRUEMAN. You are the most unenlightened, contumacious, litigious, petulant,
opprobrious, proditorious, misanthropic mortal I ever confabulated a
colloquy with; by the dignity of my profession you are.

HUMPHRY. What monstrous queer words he discourses the old fellow with!

LOVEYET. Mighty pleasant and witty, by my body; sixty years, forsooth!--But
I'll be aveng'd of you.--Your daughter sha'n't have my son--there,
sir,--how do you like that? Sixty years, indeed! Ugh, ugh.

HUMPHRY. What an old reprobate it is! He swears till he sweats again.

TRUEMAN. What an unlucky affair! [_Aside._

LOVEYET. And give me leave to tell you, Mr. Schoolmaster, I was an
old--I--I mean--I was a _great_ fool to disparage him so much as to think
of the match.

TRUEMAN. Illiberal aspersion! But were I as contemptible as you think me, a
disastrous war has rendered me so; and as for my child, Providence has
placed her above dependence on an unfortunate father: the bequest of a
worthy relation has made her, what the world calls, rich; but her mind--is
far richer; the most amiable temper, improved by a virtuous and refined
education (not to mention her beauty) deservedly makes her the object of
general love and respect, and renders your present resolution a matter of
perfect indifference to me.

LOVEYET. Well, well, so be it; but you never shall be Charles's
father-in-law, for all that--that's as fix'd as fate,--you may beg my
forgiveness for your faults by and by, but your daughter s