makes positively against him. His life, therefore, is in your hands.
ROBINAIR.
I know it is. Now is my time of revenge for all the scorn, for all the insults, I have endured from that proud woman.
BRUTON.
And is it generous to use it?
ROBINAIR.
Generous! and hast thou kept company with me all these years, Bruton, to talk so like a simpleton as thou dost? I have carried myself with a show of specious sentiments to the world; as every man must do who is not a fool, and intends to live with some credit in it. I have been the delicate, the liberal, the good, and, above all, the good-natured Mr. Robinair, to many; but when did I ever pretend to refinement or generosity before thee?
BRUTON.
I cannot, indeed, greatly accuse thee of it. But the present case is so very distressing.
