Cank. Dear Grubwit, how came you to stay so long? You need not tell me of the Success! I have been sufficiently mortified with it already! Where is Plagiary?
Grub. Talking with my Lady Critick and the rest of the Company.
Cank. Did you call in at the Coffee House?
Grub. Yes, or we should have been with you sooner.
Cank. Well, and what's the Opinion there?
Grub. Um—why faith, I am sorry to say it—but it is—generally liked; there is Trifle and a few more of his Size of Understanding in Rapture about it; he avers Antiquity never produced so correct nor so entertaining a Piece, and in his extravagant Manner, returns Jupiter thanks for his having lived in a time when such a Comedy was written.
Cank. Blockheads! Fools! Idiots! what signifies Taste or Learning if such Wretches are suffered to have Sway in the Commonwealth of Letters!
(Enter PLAGIARY)
Plag. A blundering Blockhead! He pretend to give his Judgment upon Writing!
Cank. What's the matter, Plagiary?