coachman, for you know there's most occasion for a coach in wet
weather.

BRISK. Right, right, that saves all.

LADY FROTH. Then I don't say the sun shines all the day, but that
he peeps now and then; yet he does shine all the day too, you know,
though we don't see him.

BRISK. Right, but the vulgar will never comprehend that.

LADY FROTH. Well, you shall hear. Let me see. [Reads.]


For as the sun shines ev'ry day,
So of our coachman I may say,
He shows his drunken fiery face,
Just as the sun does, more or less.


BRISK. That's right, all's well, all's well. 'More or less.'

LADY FROTH reads:


And when at night his labour's done,
Then too, like Heav'n's charioteer the sun:


Ay, charioteer does better.