BRISK alone.

BRISK. So now they are all gone, and I have an opportunity to
practice. Ah! My dear Lady Froth, she's a most engaging creature,
if she were not so fond of that damned coxcombly lord of hers; and
yet I am forced to allow him wit too, to keep in with him. No
matter, she's a woman of parts, and, egad, parts will carry her.
She said she would follow me into the gallery. Now to make my
approaches. Hem, hem! Ah ma- [bows.] dam! Pox on't, why should I
disparage my parts by thinking what to say? None but dull rogues
think; witty men, like rich fellows, are always ready for all
expenses; while your blockheads, like poor needy scoundrels, are
forced to examine their stock, and forecast the charges of the day.
Here she comes, I'll seem not to see her, and try to win her with a
new airy invention of my own, hem!


SCENE VI.


[To him] LADY FROTH.

BRISK [Sings, walking about.] 'I'm sick with love,' ha, ha, ha,
'prithee, come cure me. I'm sick with,' etc. O ye powers! O my
Lady Froth, my Lady Froth, my Lady Froth! Heigho! Break heart;
gods, I thank you. [Stands musing with his arms across.]

LADY FROTH. O heavens, Mr. Brisk! What's the matter?