Mars. Humph! That might ha' been said to me more properly. [Aside.
Prais. Mrs. Wellfed, tho' last, not least.
Mrs. Wellf. That's right, Mr. Praiseall.
Prais. In Love, I meant, Mrs. Wellfed.
Mr. Wellf. Prethee, add Good Tribonus, don't steal by halves, Mr. Praiseall.
Prais. Lord, you are so quick!
Mar. Well, you are come to go with us to the Rehearsal.
Prais. 'Tis a pleasing Duty, Madam, to wait on your Ladyship: But then to hear the wondrous Product of your Brain, is such a Happiness, I only want some of Marsilia's Eloquence to express it.
Aw'dw. How this Flattery transports her! Swells her Pride almost to bursting. [Aside.
Mars. I do avow, Mr. Praiseall, you are the most complaisant Man of the Age.