Lady Ara. Well, Clarinda, thou art a most contemptible creature. But let's have the sober town scheme too, for I am charm'd with the country one.
Clar. You shall, and I'll try to stick to my sobriety there too.
Lady Ara. If you do, you'll make me sick of you. But let's hear it however.
Clar. I wou'd entertain myself in observing the new fashion soberly, I wou'd please myself in new clothes soberly, I wou'd divert myself with agreeable friends at home and abroad soberly. I wou'd play at quadrille soberly, I wou'd go to court soberly, I wou'd go to some plays soberly, I wou'd go to operas soberly, and I think I cou'd go once, or, if I lik'd my company, twice to a masquerade, soberly.
Lady Ara. If it had not been for that last piece of sobriety, I was going to call for some surfeit-water.
Clar. Why, don't you think, that with the further aid of breakfasting, dining, supping and sleeping (not to say a word of devotion) the four and twenty hours might roll over in a tolerable manner?
Lady Ara. How I detest that word, Tolerable! And so will a country relation of ours that's newly come to town, or I'm mistaken.
Clar. Who is that?
Lady Ara. Even my dear Lady Headpiece.
Clar. Is she come?