CAT. He must really spend a tremendous deal of wit.
MASC. To show you that I am in earnest, I shall make some extempore verses upon my passion. (Seems to think).
CAT. O! I beseech you by all that I hold sacred, let us hear something made upon us.
JOD. I should be glad to do so too, but the quantity of blood that has been taken from me lately, has greatly exhausted my poetic vein.
MASC. Deuce take it! I always make the first verse well, but I find the others more difficult. Upon my word, this is too short a time; but I will make you some extempore verses at my leisure, which you shall think the finest in the world.
JOD. He is devilish witty.
MAD. He—his wit is so gallant and well expressed.
MASC. Viscount, tell me, when did you see the Countess last?
JOD. I have not paid her a visit these three weeks.
MASC. Do you know that the duke came to see me this morning; he would fain have taken me into the country to hunt a stag with him?