been in love with you; I swear I have; I'm not ashamed to own it
now. Ah! it makes my heart leap, I vow I sigh when I think on't.
My dear lord! Ha, ha, ha, do you remember, my lord? [Squeezes him
by the hand, looks kindly on him, sighs, and then laughs out.]

LORD FROTH. Pleasant creature! perfectly well, ah! that look, ay,
there it is; who could resist? 'twas so my heart was made a captive
first, and ever since t'has been in love with happy slavery.

LADY FROTH. Oh, that tongue, that dear deceitful tongue! that
charming softness in your mien and your expression, and then your
bow! Good my lord, bow as you did when I gave you my picture; here,
suppose this my picture. [Gives him a pocket-glass.] Pray mind, my
lord; ah! he bows charmingly; nay, my lord, you shan't kiss it so
much; I shall grow jealous, I vow now. [He bows profoundly low,
then kisses the glass.]

LORD FROTH. I saw myself there, and kissed it for your sake.

LADY FROTH. Ah! Gallantry to the last degree. Mr. Brisk, you're a
judge; was ever anything so well bred as my lord?

BRISK. Never anything, but your ladyship; let me perish.

LADY FROTH. Oh, prettily turned again; let me die, but you have a
great deal of wit. Mr. Mellefont, don't you think Mr. Brisk has a
world of wit?

MEL. O yes, madam.