couplets.

LORD FROTH. Couplets.

SIR PAUL. Oh, here they come.


SCENE XXI.


[To them] LADY FROTH, BRISK.

BRISK. My lord, your humble servant; Sir Paul, yours,--the finest
night!

LADY FROTH. My dear, Mr. Brisk and I have been star-gazing, I don't
know how long.

SIR PAUL. Does it not tire your ladyship? Are not you weary with
looking up?

LADY FROTH. Oh, no, I love it violently. My dear, you're
melancholy.

LORD FROTH. No, my dear; I'm but just awake.

LADY FROTH. Snuff some of my spirit of hartshorn.

LORD FROTH. I've some of my own, thank you, dear.