Har. Let me tell you, Sir, Trifle makes a pretty ridiculous Figure upon this Occasion.
Heart. And indeed upon any Occasion; he never departs from his Character. I left him, and that other Coxcomb Nibble, in the most ridiculous dispute about the Rules of Criticism, and what was high, and what was low Comedy, and what was Farce, that ever was heard. Sir Patrick, he got into the Squabble with them, and did so contradict himself and them, and did so flounder and blunder that they had all gone to Loggerheads if my Lady hadn't stepped in and pre-emptorily decided the point.
Har. O delightful! I should have liked that of all things. See here the Knight comes; let us play him off a little.
Heart. With all my Heart.
(Enter Sir PATRICK)
Heart. Sir Patrick, your humble Servant, have you settled the Argument between Nibble and Trifle at last?
Sir Pat. Yes, yes, I settled it as dead as a Door Nail betwixt them.
Heart. Which way, Sir?
Sir Pat. Why I told them they were both wrong and knew nothing at all of the Matter, but they did not believe me so they went to it again, and there I left them.—(Seeing Harriet, addresses her) Madam, I am your most obedient Slave and humble Servant! 'Till death do us part.
Har. O Sir Patrick, you are superlatively obliging. (Curtzying very low) I am afraid, Sir Patrick, that is more than my short Acquaintance with you can merit.