Aw'dw. Are you yet at Leisure, Madam, to tell me how you do?
Mars. You see my Engagements, and have chosen a very busie Time to ask such an insignificant Question.
Aw'dw. What, it wants a Courtly Phrase?
Mars. Must I meet with nothing but interruption? Mr. Praiseall!
Prais. Madam?
Mars. I think I have not seen you these two Days.
Prais. So long I've liv'd in Greenland, seen no Sun, not felt no warmth.
Mars. Heav'ns! Mr. Praiseall, why don't you write? Words like those ought to be preserv'd in Characters indelible, not lost in Air.
Aw'dw. 'Tis pity your Ladyship does not carry a Commonplace Book.
Mars. For your self 'twou'd be more useful.—— But, as I was going to tell you, Mr. Praiseall, since I saw you, I have laid a Design to alter Cateline's Conspiracy.