LORD FROTH. Ridiculous! Sir Paul, you're strangely mistaken, I
find champagne is powerful. I assure you, Sir Paul, I laugh at
nobody's jest but my own, or a lady's, I assure you, Sir Paul.

BRISK. How? how, my lord? what, affront my wit! Let me perish, do
I never say anything worthy to be laughed at?

LORD FROTH. Oh, foy, don't misapprehend me; I don't say so, for I
often smile at your conceptions. But there is nothing more
unbecoming a man of quality than to laugh; 'tis such a vulgar
expression of the passion; everybody can laugh. Then especially to
laugh at the jest of an inferior person, or when anybody else of the
same quality does not laugh with one--ridiculous! To be pleased
with what pleases the crowd! Now when I laugh, I always laugh
alone.

BRISK. I suppose that's because you laugh at your own jests, i'gad,
ha, ha, ha.

LORD FROTH. He, he, I swear though, your raillery provokes me to a
smile.

BRISK. Ay, my lord, it's a sign I hit you in the teeth, if you show
'em.

LORD FROTH. He, he, he, I swear that's so very pretty, I can't
forbear.

CARE. I find a quibble bears more sway in your lordship's face than
a jest.