Esop. That's impossible!—--for if thou wert, thou'd'st think thyself a wise Man.
Beau. So I do—This is my own Opinion——the t'other's my Neighbour's.
[Walking airily about.
Esop. gazing after him.] Have you any Business with me, Sir?
Beau. Sir, I have Business with nobody, Pleasure's my Study.
Esop. [Aside.] An odd Fellow this!—--Pray, Sir, who are you?
Beau. I can't tell——
Esop.——Do you know who I am?
Beau. No, Sir: I'm a Favourite at Court, and I neither know myself, nor any body else.
Esop. Are you in any Employment?