Serv. Yes, I know well enough: and his father every body knows was no better than a—a—a
Balt. Than a what?—Out with it, man!
Serv. Than a—Than a—
Balt. (eagerly.) Than a thief? Is that it? O prove to me, only prove to me, that his father was a thief, and I'll give thee all that I have in the world.
Serv. No, not absolutely that—but no better than a paltry weaver.
Balt. (disappointed.) Pooh! I knew that before.
Serv. Yes, every body knows it, to be sure. But there is no time to be lost: I am so zealous about it, that I can't rest till I have further information. I'll take horse directly and go in quest of it. I know where to enquire, and I shall return to you without loss of time.
Balt. Do so, my good friend, and don't be afraid of bringing back what you will call bad news. I shall not shrink from it.(Exit Servet.
(turning to Mrs. B. who has been listening to their conversation with great marks of distrust and disapprobation.)
And so. Madam, you are diffident of all this?
Mrs. B. It will be impossible at this moment to make you view it in the same light that I do.
Balt. Yes, Madam, I knew it would be so with you. He has bewitched and thrown a veil over the understandings of all men! I have perceived it long. Even from the first of his settling in the neighbourhood, my friends have begun to look on me not as they were wont to do. Even my very
