Lean. Prithee imploy this Fool, that I may have an opportunity to entertain thy Sister.
Lod. Sir Credulous, what, not a Word? not a Compliment? Hah,—be brisk, Man, be gay and witty, talk to the Ladies.
Sir Cred. Talk to ’em! why, what shall I say to ’em?
Lod. Any thing, so it be to little purpose.
Sir Cred. Nay, Sir, let me alone for that matter—but who are they, prithee?
Lod. Why, that’s my Lady Fancy, and that’s her Daughter-in-Law, salute ’em, Man.—
Sir Cred. Fair Lady,—I do protest and vow, you are the most beautiful of all Mothers-in-Law, and the World cannot produce your equal.
Lod. The Rogue has but one method for all Addresses. They laugh.
L. Kno. Oh, absurd! this, Sir, is the beautiful Mother-in-Law. To L. Fan.