LORD FROTH. With all my heart; methinks we are a solitude without
'em.

MEL. Or what say you to another bottle of champagne?

LORD FROTH. Oh, for the universe not a drop more, I beseech you.
Oh, intemperate! I have a flushing in my face already. [Takes out
a pocket-glass and looks in it.]

BRISK. Let me see, let me see, my lord, I broke my glass that was
in the lid of my snuff-box. Hum! Deuce take me, I have encouraged
a pimple here too. [Takes the glass and looks.]

LORD FROTH. Then you must mortify him with a patch; my wife shall
supply you. Come, gentlemen, ALLONS, here is company coming.


SCENE VI.


LADY TOUCHWOOD and MASKWELL.

LADY TOUCH. I'll hear no more. You are false and ungrateful; come,
I know you false.

MASK. I have been frail, I confess, madam, for your ladyship's
service.

LADY TOUCH. That I should trust a man whom I had known betray his
friend!