Lady Wrong. You are infinitely obliging; but I'll redeem my credit with you.
Man. At your own time, Madam.
Count Bas. I must say that for Mr. Manly, madam; if making people easy is the rule of good-breeding, he is certainly the best bred man in the world.
Man. Soh! I am not to drop my acquaintance, I find—[Aside.] I am afraid, Sir, I shall grow vain upon your good opinion.
Count Bas. I don't know that, Sir; but I am sure, what you are pleas'd to say, makes me so.
Man. The most impudent modesty that ever I met with.
[Aside.
Lady Wrong. Lard! how ready his wit is?
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| Sir Fran. Don't you think, Sir, the Count's a very fine gentleman? | Apart. |
| Man. O! among the ladies, certainly. | |
| Sir Fran. And yet he's as stout as a lion: waund, he'll storm any thing. | |
| Man. Will he so? Why then, Sir, take care of your citadel. | |
| Sir Fran. Ah! you are wag, cousin. |