LADY FROTH. Oh, you must be my confidant, I must ask your advice.

BRISK. I'm your humble servant, let me perish. I presume your
ladyship has read Bossu?

LADY FROTH. Oh yes, and Racine, and Dacier upon Aristotle and
Horace. My lord, you must not be jealous, I'm communicating all to
Mr. Brisk.

LORD FROTH. No, no, I'll allow Mr. Brisk; have you nothing about
you to shew him, my dear?

LADY FROTH. Yes, I believe I have. Mr. Brisk, come, will you go
into the next room? and there I'll shew you what I have.

LORD FROTH. I'll walk a turn in the garden, and come to you.


SCENE III.


MELLEFONT, CYNTHIA.

MEL. You're thoughtful, Cynthia?

CYNT. I'm thinking, though marriage makes man and wife one flesh,
it leaves 'em still two fools; and they become more conspicuous by
setting off one another.

MEL. That's only when two fools meet, and their follies are