Phil. Foible, chagrin, grimace, embarrasse, double entendre, equivoque, ecclaircissement, suittè, beveue, façon, penchant, coup d'etourdy, and ridicule.
Mel. Hold, hold; how did they begin?
Phil. They began at sottises, and ended en ridicule.
Mel. Now, give me your paper in my hand, and hold you my glass, while I practise my postures for the day. [Melantha laughs in the glass.] How does that laugh become my face?
Phil. Sovereignly well, madam.
Mel. Sovereignly? Let me die, that's not amiss. That word shall not be yours; I'll invent it, and bring it up myself: My new point gorget shall be yours upon't. Not a word of the word, I charge you.
Phil. I am dumb, madam.
Mel. That glance, how suits it with my face? [Looking in the glass again.
Phil. 'Tis so languissant!
Mel. Languissant! that word shall be mine too, and my last Indian gown thine for't. That sigh?
[Looks again.