Bab Bab 4 · [_To them_] LORD TOUCHWOOD, LORD FROTH, SIR PAUL PLYANT, _and_ BRISK.

LORD TOUCH. Out upon't, nephew. Leave your father-in-law and me to

maintain our ground against young people!

MEL. I beg your lordship's pardon. We were just returning.

SIR PAUL. Were you, son? Gadsbud, much better as it is. Good, strange!

I swear I'm almost tipsy; t'other bottle would have been too powerful for

me,--as sure as can be it would. We wanted your company, but Mr.

Brisk--where is he? I swear and vow he's a most facetious person, and

the best company. And, my Lord Froth, your lordship is so merry a man,

he, he, he.

LORD FROTH. Oh, foy, Sir Paul, what do you mean? Merry! Oh, barbarous!

I'd as lieve you called me fool.

SIR PAUL. Nay, I protest and vow now, 'tis true; when Mr. Brisk jokes,

your lordship's laugh does so become you, he, he, he.

LORD FROTH. Ridiculous! Sir Paul, you're strangely mistaken, I find

champagne is powerful. I assure you, Sir Paul, I laugh at nobody's jest

but my own, or a lady's, I assure you, Sir Paul.

BRISK. How? how, my lord? what, affront my wit! Let me perish, do I

never say anything worthy to be laughed at?

LORD FROTH. Oh, foy, don't misapprehend me; I don't say so, for I often

smile at your conceptions. But there is nothing more unbecoming a man of

quality than to laugh; 'tis such a vulgar expression of the passion;

everybody can laugh. Then especially to laugh at the jest of an inferior

person, or when anybody else of the same quality does not laugh with

one--ridiculous! To be pleased with what pleases the crowd! Now when I

laugh, I always laugh alone.

BRISK. I suppose that's because you laugh at your own jests, i'gad, ha,

ha, ha.

LORD FROTH. He, he, I swear though, your raillery provokes me to a

smile.

BRISK. Ay, my lord, it's a sign I hit you in the teeth, if you show 'em.

LORD FROTH. He, he, he, I swear that's so very pretty, I can't forbear.

CARE. I find a quibble bears more sway in your lordship's face than a

jest.

LORD TOUCH. Sir Paul, if you please we'll retire to the ladies, and

drink a dish of tea to settle our heads.

SIR PAUL. With all my heart. Mr. Brisk, you'll come to us, or call me

when you joke; I'll be ready to laugh incontinently.

SCENE 5.