ar Mr. Careless, I swear
he writes charmingly, and he looks charmingly, and he has charmed me, as
much as I have charmed him; and so I'll tell him in the wardrobe when
'tis dark. O criminy! I hope Sir Paul has not seen both letters. [_Puts
the wrong letter hastily up_, _and gives him her own_.] Sir Paul, here's
your letter; to-morrow morning I'll settle accounts to your advantage.

SCENE IV.

[_To them_] BRISK.

BRISK. Sir Paul, gads-bud, you're an uncivil person, let me tell you,
and all that; and I did not think it had been in you.

SIR PAUL. O law, what's the matter now? I hope you are not angry, Mr.
Brisk.

BRISK. Deuce take me, I believe you intend to marry your daughter
yourself; you're always brooding over her like an old hen, as if she were
not well hatched, egad, he.

SIR PAUL. Good strange! Mr. Brisk is such a merry facetious person, he,
he, he. No, no, I have done with her, I have done with her now.

BRISK. The fiddles have stayed this hour in the hall, and my Lord Froth
wants a partner, we can never begin without her.

SIR PAUL. Go, go child, go, get you gone and dance and be merry; I'll
come and look at you by and by. Where's my son Mellefont?

LADY PLYANT. I'll send him to them, I know where he is.

BRISK. Sir Paul, will you send Careless into the hall if you meet him?

SIR PAUL. I will, I will, I'll go and look for him on purpose.

SCENE V.

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 Fr