Gripe. A ball!
Clar. Then, my love, you know there is but one day more upon our hands, and that shall be the day of conversation, we'll read verses, talk of books, invent modes, tell lyes, scandalize our friends, be pert upon religion; and in short, employ every moment of it in some pretty witty exercise or other.
Flip. What order you see 'tis she proposes to live in! A most wonderful regularity!
Gripe. Regularity with a pox——
[Aside.
Clar. And as this kind of life, so soft, so smooth, so agreeable, must needs invite a vast deal of company to partake of it, 'twill be necessary to have the decency of a porter at our door, you know.
Gripe. A porter——A scrivener have a porter, Madam!
Clar. Positively a porter.
Gripe. Why no scrivener since Adam ever had a porter, woman!
Clar. You will therefore be renown'd in story, for having the first, my life.