LORD TOUCHWOOD and LADY TOUCHWOOD.

LADY TOUCH. My lord, can you blame my brother Plyant if he refuse
his daughter upon this provocation? The contract's void by this
unheard-of impiety.

LORD TOUCH. I don't believe it true; he has better principles.
Pho, 'tis nonsense. Come, come, I know my Lady Plyant has a large
eye, and would centre everything in her own circle; 'tis not the
first time she has mistaken respect for love, and made Sir Paul
jealous of the civility of an undesigning person, the better to
bespeak his security in her unfeigned pleasures.

LADY TOUCH. You censure hardly, my lord; my sister's honour is very
well known.

LORD TOUCH. Yes, I believe I know some that have been familiarly
acquainted with it. This is a little trick wrought by some pitiful
contriver, envious of my nephew's merit.

LADY TOUCH. Nay, my lord, it may be so, and I hope it will be found
so. But that will require some time; for in such a case as this,
demonstration is necessary.

LORD TOUCH. There should have been demonstration of the contrary
too, before it had been believed.

LADY TOUCH. So I suppose there was.

LORD TOUCH. How? Where? When?