That woman there, whom thou callest thy sister,—thy amiable sister,—that woman whom I married,—that woman whom I loved better than myself.
MARY.
Nay, that is a mistake of yours, brother; for if you had loved any thing better than yourself, you would never have been in this condition. Your closeness and self-love have made you always suspicious. I thought, indeed, that a wife of her cheerful temper would have enlarged your heart, and——
CHARVILLE.
Hold thy tongue, simpleton; she has enlarged my head. (Stamping with his feet, and beating his forehead.) The whole world must know it now. Since he brazens it out himself, the shame is public. I shall be known to be——
MRS. CHARVILLE.
Nothing but a fool, and that you must submit to, being a distinction which you have taken so much pains to acquire.
CHARVILLE.
O woman, woman! thy audacity is amazing.
EnterCraftonandSir Robert Freemantle.
CRAFTON.
Excuse this intrusion, Mr. Charville. I bring a culprit in my hand, who fears he has offended you.
