Sir H. Ay, colonel, for such a woman! I had rather see her ruelle than the palace of Louis le Grand. There's more glory in her smile, than in the jubilee at Rome! and I would rather kiss her hand than the Pope's toe.
Vizard. You, colonel, have been very lavish in the beauty and virtue of your mistress; and Sir Harry here has been no less eloquent in the praise of his. Now will I lay you both ten guineas a-piece, that neither of them is so pretty, so witty, or so virtuous, as mine.
Colonel S. 'Tis done.
Sir H. I'll double the stakes—But, gentlemen, now I think on't, how shall we be resolved? For I know not where my mistress may be found; she left Paris about a month before me, and I had an account——
Colonel S. How, sir! left Paris about a month before you?
Sir H. Yes, sir, and I had an account that she lodged somewhere in St. James's.
Vizard. How! somewhere in St. James's say you?
Sir H. Ay, sir, but I know not where, and perhaps may'nt find her this fortnight.
Colonel S. Her name, pray, Sir Harry?
Vizard. Ay, ay, her name; perhaps we know her.