SIR PETER. Aye let her alone Sir--you'll find she'll make out
a better story than you without Prompting.

LADY TEAZLE. Hear me Sir Peter--I came hither on no matter relating
to your ward and even ignorant of this Gentleman's pretensions to
her--but I came--seduced by his insidious arguments--and pretended
Passion[--]at least to listen to his dishonourable Love if not
to sacrifice your Honour to his Baseness.

SIR PETER. Now, I believe, the Truth is coming indeed[.]

SURFACE. The Woman's mad--

LADY TEAZLE. No Sir--she has recovered her Senses. Your own Arts
have furnished her with the means. Sir Peter--I do not expect you
to credit me--but the Tenderness you express'd for me, when I am sure
you could not think I was a witness to it, has penetrated so to my
Heart that had I left the Place without the Shame of this discovery--
my future life should have spoken the sincerity of my Gratitude--
as for that smooth-tongued Hypocrite--who would have seduced the wife
of his too credulous Friend while he pretended honourable addresses
to his ward--I behold him now in a light so truly despicable that
I shall never again Respect myself for having Listened to him.
[Exit.]

SURFACE. Notwithstanding all this Sir Peter--Heaven knows----

SIR PETER. That you are a Villain!--and so I leave you to your
conscience--