Nib. Ay, and intolerable one.
Trif. Nay don't say that, Nick—because if you do I must laugh at you. Why all the World admires his Dress. That is thought one of the best things in the Play.
Nib. Well now I will mention a Criticism which I defy the warmest of Words to defend.
Trif. Well, prithee what's that, Nibble?
Nib. Why you know Ranger's hat is laced; that I think you must allow; that is obvious to everybody.
Trif. Well, well, granted, my dear Nibble, it is laced.
Nib. Why then I aver by all the Rules of Criticism to make the improbability out of imposing upon Mr. Strickland, that Jacyntha's Hat ought to be laced too, and by all that is absurd it is a plain one.
Trif. Well come, there is something in that; that is a Fault I must confess, that is a Fault by gad.
Nib. O an unpardonable one; I assure you Jack Wagwit and a parcel of us was going to hiss the whole Scene upon that Account.
Trif. No, no, that would have been cruel; you know Homer himself sometimes nodded. Don't take any Notice of it to anybody, and it shall be altered tomorrow Night. I'll speak to the Author about it—O here's my Lady and Mr. Canker—now for a thorough Criticism upon it.