transplanted; and should it take root in my lady, I don't see what
you can expect from the fruit.

MEL. I confess the consequence is visible, were your suspicions
just. But see, the company is broke up, let's meet 'em.


SCENE IV.


[To them] LORD TOUCHWOOD, LORD FROTH, SIR PAUL PLYANT, and BRISK.

LORD TOUCH. Out upon't, nephew. Leave your father-in-law and me to
maintain our ground against young people!

MEL. I beg your lordship's pardon. We were just returning.

SIR PAUL. Were you, son? Gadsbud, much better as it is. Good,
strange! I swear I'm almost tipsy; t'other bottle would have been
too powerful for me,--as sure as can be it would. We wanted your
company, but Mr. Brisk--where is he? I swear and vow he's a most
facetious person, and the best company. And, my Lord Froth, your
lordship is so merry a man, he, he, he.

LORD FROTH. Oh, foy, Sir Paul, what do you mean? Merry! Oh,
barbarous! I'd as lieve you called me fool.

SIR PAUL. Nay, I protest and vow now, 'tis true; when Mr. Brisk
jokes, your lordship's laugh does so become you, he, he, he.