Aman. But should I tell you he was exquisitely so, and that I had gazed on him with admiration, should you not think twere possible I might go one step further, and inquire his name?
Love. [Aside.] She has reason on her side; I have talked too much; but I must turn off another way.[Aloud.] Will you then make no difference, Amanda, between the language of our sex and yours? There is a modesty restrains your tongues, which makes you speak by halves when you commend; but roving flattery gives a loose to ours, which makes us still speak double what we think.
Ser. Madam, there is a lady at the door in a chair desires to know whether your ladyship sees company; her name is Berinthia.
Aman. Oh dear! tis a relation I have not seen these five years; pray her to walk in.[Exit Servant.] Heres another beauty for you; she was, when I saw her last, reckoned extremely handsome.
Love. Dont be jealous now; for I shall gaze upon her too.
Ha! by heavens, the very woman!
Ber. [Salutes Amanda.] Dear Amanda, I did not expect to meet you in Scarborough.
Aman. Sweet cousin, Im overjoyed to see you.Mr. Loveless, heres a relation and a friend of mine, I desire youll be better acquainted with.
Love. [Salutes Berinthia.] If my wife never desires a harder thing, madam, her request will be easily granted.
Ser. Sir, my Lord Foppington presents his humble service to you, and desires to know how you do. Hes at the next door; and, if it be not inconvenient to you, hell come and wait upon you.
Love. Give my compliments to his lordship, and I shall be glad to see him.[Exit Servant.] If you are not acquainted with his lordship, madam, you will be entertained with his character.
Aman. Now it moves my pity more than my mirth to see a man whom nature has made no fool be so very industrious to pass for an ass.
Love. No, there you are wrong, Amanda; you should never bestow your pity upon those who take pains for your contempt: pity those whom nature abuses, never those who abuse nature.
Enter Lord Foppington.
Lord Fop. Dear Loveless, I am your most humble servant.
Love. My lord, Im yours.
Lord Fop. Madam, your ladyships very obedient slave.
Love. My lord, this lady is a relation of my wifes.
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