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Sir Cha. O! I have met him in a visitgo on.
L. Mor. So, disputing with her about the conduct of women, I took the liberty to tell her how far I thought she erred in hers; she told me I was rude, and that she would never believe any man could love a woman that thought her in the wrong
any thing she had a mind to, at least if he dared to tell her soThis provoked me into her whole character, with so much spirit and civil malice, as I have seen her bea stow upon a woman of true beauty, when the men first toasted her; so in the middle of my wisdom, she told me, she desired to be alone, that I would take my odious proud heart along with me, and trouble her no more -I-bowed very low, and as I left the room, vowed I never would, and that my proud heart should never be humbled by the outside of a fine woman -About an hour after, I whipped into my chaise for London, and have never seen her since.
Sir Cha. Very well, and how did you find your proud heart by that time you got to Hounslow?
L. Mor.. I am almost ashamed to tell you, I found her so much in the right, that I cursed my pride for contradicting her at all, and began to think, according to her maxim, that no woman could be in the wrong to a man that she had in her power.
Sir Cha. Ha! ha! Well, I'll tell you what you shall do. You can see her without trembling, I hope.
L. Mor. Not if she receives me well.
Sir Cha. If she receives you well, you will have no occasion for what I am going to say to you-first you shall dine with her.
L. Mor. How! where I when!
Sir Cha. My wife is gone to invite her; when you see her first, be neither too humble nor too stubborn; let her see, by the ease in your behaviour, you are still pleased in being near her, while she is upon reasonable terms with you. This will either open
the door of an eclaircissement, or quite shut it against you -and if she is still resolved to keep you out
L. Mor. Nay, if she insults me, then, perhaps, I may recover pride enough to rally her by an overacted submission.
Sir Cha. Why, you improve, my lord: this is the very thing I was going to propose to you.
L. Mor. Was it, faith! hark you, dare you stand by me?
Sir Cha. Dare Il aye, to my last drop of assurance, against all the insolent airs of the proudest beauty in Christendom.
L. Mor. Nay, then defiance to her-We twoThou hast inspired me I find myself as valiant as a flattered coward.
Sir Cha. Courage, my lord-l'll warrant we beat her.
L. Mor. My blood stirs at the very thought on’t: I long to be engagede
Sir Cha. She will certainly give ground, when she once sees you are thoroughly provoked.
L. Mor. Dear Charles, thou art a friend indeed.
Enter a Servant. Serv. Sir, my Lord Foppington gives his service, and if your honour's at leisure, he'll wait on you as soon as he is dressed.
L. Mor. Lord Foppington! Is he in town?
Sir Cha. Yes,-1 heard last night he was come. Give my service to his lordship, and tell him I should be glad he will do me the honour of his company here at dinner. [Exit Serv.] We may have occasion for him in our design upon Lady Betty.
L. Mor, What use can we make of him ?
Sir Cha. We'll see when he comes; at least there is no danger in him; but I suppose you know he is
1, Mor. Pshaw! a coxcomb.
Sir Cha. Nay, don't despise him neither--he is able to give you advice; for though he is in love with the same woman, yet to him she has not charms enough to give a minute's pain.
L. Mor. Priythee, what sense has he of love?
Sir. Cha. Faith very near as much as a man of sense ought to have; I grant you he knows not how to value a woman truly deserving, but he has a pretty just esteem for most ladies about town.
L. Mor. That he follows, I grant you—for he seldom visits any of extraordinary reputation.
Sir Cha. 'Have a care, I have seen him at Lady Betty Modish's.
L. Mor. To be laughed at.
Sir Cha. Don't be too confident of that ; the women now begin to laugh with him, not at him: for he really sometimes rallies his own humour with so much ease and pleasantry, that a great many women begin to think he has no follies at all, and those he has, have been as much owing to his youth, and a great estate, as want of natural wit : 'tis true, 'he often is a bubble to his pleasures, but he has always been wisely vain enough to keep himself from being too much the ladies' humble servant in love. L. Mor. There, indeed, I almost envy
him. Sir Cha. The easiness of his opinion upon the sex, will go near to pique you—We must have him.
L. Mor. As you please but what shall we do with ourselves till dinner?
Sir Cha. What think you of a party at picquet ?
Sir Cha. Does he? Why then you shall give me but two-Here, fellow, get cards. Allors. [Exeunt.
Lady Betty MODISH’s Lodgings. Enter Lady Betty,
and Lady Easy, meeting.
Lady Betty. Oh, my dear! I am overjoyed to see you! I am strangely happy to-day; I have just received my new scarf from London, and you are most critically come to give me your opinion of it.
L. Easy. Oh, your servant, madam, I am a very indifferent judge, you know. What is it with sleeves ?
1. Betty. Oh, 'tis impossible to tell you what it is! —'Tis all extravagance both in mode and fancy, my dear. I believe there's six thousand yards of edging in it-Then such an enchanting slope from the elbow-something so new, so lively, so noble, so coquette and charming-but you shall see it, my dear
L. Easy. Indeed, I won't, my dear; I am resolved to mortify you for being so wrongfully fond of a trifle.
L. Betty. Nay, now, my dear, you are ill-natured.
L. Easy. Why, truly, I'm half angry to see a wo. man of your sense, so warmly concerned in the care of her outside; for when we have taken our best pains about it, 'tis the beauty of the mind alone that gives us lasting virtue.