Brisk has a
world of wit?
MEL. O yes, madam.
BRISK. O dear, madam -
LADY FROTH. An infinite deal!
BRISK. O heav'ns, madam -
LADY FROTH. More wit than anybody.
BRISK. I'm everlastingly your humble servant, deuce take me, madam.
LORD FROTH. Don't you think us a happy couple?
CYNT. I vow, my lord, I think you the happiest couple in the world,
for you're not only happy in one another, and when you are together,
but happy in yourselves, and by yourselves.
LORD FROTH. I hope Mellefont will make a good husband too.
CYNT. 'Tis my interest to believe he will, my Lord.
LORD FROTH. D'ye think he'll love you as well as I do my wife? I'm
afraid not.
CYNT. I believe he'll love me better.
LORD FROTH. Heav'ns! that can never be. But why do you think so?
CYNT. Because he has not so much reason to be fond of himself.
LORD FROTH. Oh, your humble servant for that, dear madam. Well,
Mellefont, you'll be a happy creature.
MEL. Ay, my lord, I shall have the same reason for my happiness
that your lordship has, I shall think myself happy.
LORD FROTH. Ah, that's all.
BRISK. [To LADY FROTH.] Your ladyship is in the right; but, i'gad,
I'm wholly turned into satire.
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