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(TRANSCRIBED: original entry made by Lord Chancellor Edward Thurlow)
It's that Robinson woman's place, isn't it? Actress be damned! Garrick and Sheridan might as well save the money they spend on her costumes for all the performances she gives without 'em. Don't tell me she's a respectable woman, you serving wench - she's played whore to more Whigs than even that damned turncoat Chatham! Who's in bed with her now - the Prince of Wales or Fox?
And keep a civil tongue in that saucy head of yours, young woman, or you'll find yourself in Bridewell. Goddamned Grub Street hacks and their blasted scandal-mongering - where the Lord Chancellor chooses to pass his evenings is no one's business but my own. Besides, I took full responsibility for that child - plan to bring her up like a lady, with all the advantages of having a father in one of the nation's highest offices. Yes, and she'll turn out a damned sight more respectful than you -
Lady Orlando! You DID enter this house! Dear lady, you must be more chary of your reputation - don't you know the sort of woman who lives here? And what's this? One of her regular customers or her husband finally come to claim her? Damnably odd set of clothes - state your business with this good lady, you scoundrel. Well, speak up - no, I don't care to examine your goddamned trinket case!
Now you've dropped it - what's that's withered animal paw? Dammit, don't tell me not to touch it - damned house is full of people with no notion of who properly issues orders. Hm - looks like some sort of ape that - oh, my God.....
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