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THE ELECTION:
lies? You dare to bring your stories to me, do you? (shaking him violently by the collar.)
Pet. Oh! mercy, mercy, your honour! I'm sure it was no fault of mine that it was not Squire Freeman that fell. I'm sure I did all I could to make it him.
Balt. Do what thou can'st now, then, to save thy knave's head from the wall, (throwing Peter violently from him, after shaking him well; and exit into an inner room, flapping the door behind him with great force.)
Pet. (after looking ruefully and scratching his head for some time.) Well, I sees plainly enough that a body who tells lies should look two or three ways on every side of him before he begins.(Exit very ruefully.)
END OF THE SECOND ACT.
