Foresight. Ay indeed, Sir Sampson, a great deal of money for a young man; I wonder what can he do with it.
Love for Love, act 2. sc. 7.
Millamant. I nauseate walking; ’tis a country-diversion; I lothe the country, and every thing that relates to it.
Sir Wilful. Indeed! hah! look ye, look ye, you do? nay, ’tis like you may—— here are choice of pastimes here in town, as plays and the like; that must be confess’d indeed.
Millamant. Ah l’etourdie! I hate the town too.
Sir Wilful. Dear heart, that’s much—— hah! that you should hate ’em both! hah! ’tis like you may; there are some can’t relish the town, and others can’t away with the country—— ’tis like you may be one of those, Cousine.
Way of the world, act 4. sc. 4.
Lord Froth. I assure you, Sir Paul, I laugh at no body’s jest but my own, or a lady’s: I assure you, Sir Paul.
Brisk. How? how, my Lord? what, affront my wit! Let me perish, do I never say any thing worthy to be laugh’d at?
Lord Froth. O foy, don’t misapprehend me, I don’t say so, for I often smile at your conceptions. But there is nothing more unbecoming a man of quality, than to laugh; ’tis such a vulgar expression of the passion! every body can laugh. Then especially to laugh at the jest of an inferior person, or when any body else of the same quality does not laugh with one; ridiculous! To be pleas’d with what pleases the crowd! Now, when I laugh I always laugh alone.