LADY TOUCH. That I can't tell; nay, I don't say there was. I am
willing to believe as favourably of my nephew as I can.

LORD TOUCH. I don't know that. [Half aside.]

LADY TOUCH. How? Don't you believe that, say you, my lord?

LORD TOUCH. No, I don't say so. I confess I am troubled to find
you so cold in his defence.

LADY TOUCH. His defence! Bless me, would you have me defend an ill
thing?

LORD TOUCH. You believe it, then?

LADY TOUCH. I don't know; I am very unwilling to speak my thoughts
in anything that may be to my cousin's disadvantage: besides, I
find, my lord, you are prepared to receive an ill impression from
any opinion of mine which is not consenting with your own. But,
since I am like to be suspected in the end, and 'tis a pain any
longer to dissemble, I own it to you; in short I do believe it, nay,
and can believe anything worse, if it were laid to his charge.
Don't ask me my reasons, my lord, for they are not fit to be told
you.

LORD TOUCH. I'm amazed: there must be something more than ordinary
in this. [Aside.] Not fit to be told me, madam? You can have no
interests wherein I am not concerned, and consequently the same
reasons ought to be convincing to me, which create your satisfaction