Mar. Yes, yes; But, Mr. Praisall, you must keep your Distance a little now, and not interrupt me, when I am talking to my Lord.
Mr. Prais. I am dumb as a fish.
Mar. Now, if your Lordship pleases to sit down, you will see my Opera begin; for tho' some of the Play is over, there has been no Scene Operaish yet.
Mr. Awd. Operaish! Thats' a word of your own, I suppose, Madam.
Mr. Prais. Ne're the worse for that, I hope, Sir; why mayn't the Ladies make a word as well as the Men?
L. Whiff. The Lady shall make what words she pleases; and I will justifie her in't.
Mr. Awd. And I will laugh at her for it.
Mar. Well, Mr. Awdwell, these Affronts, are not so soon forgot as given.
Mr. Awd. Use your Pleasure, Madam, the Fool's almost weary.
Mar. He nettles me; but I think I have him in my power: Is your Lordship ready to observe?