LADY SNEERWELL. The Torments of Shame and Disappointment on you all!

LADY TEAZLE. Hold--Lady Sneerwell--before you go let me thank you
for the trouble you and that Gentleman have taken in writing Letters
from me to Charles and answering them yourself--and let me also
request you to make my Respects to the Scandalous College--of which
you are President--and inform them that Lady Teazle, Licentiate,
begs leave to return the diploma they granted her--as she leaves of[f]
Practice and kills Characters no longer.

LADY SNEERWELL. Provoking--insolent!--may your Husband live these
fifty years!
[Exit.]

SIR PETER. Oons what a Fury----

LADY TEAZLE. A malicious Creature indeed!

SIR PETER. Hey--not for her last wish?--

LADY TEAZLE. O No--

SIR OLIVER. Well Sir, and what have you to say now?

SURFACE. Sir, I am so confounded, to find that Lady Sneerwell could
be guilty of suborning Mr. Snake in this manner to impose on us
all that I know not what to say----however, lest her Revengeful
Spirit should prompt her to injure my Brother I had certainly better
follow her directly.