SIR FRETFUL PLAGIARY.
I know it—I am diverted.—Ha! ha! ha!—not the least invention!—Ha! ha! ha!—very good!—very good!
SNEER.
Yes—no genius! ha! ha! ha!
DANGLE.
A severe rogue! ha! ha! ha! But you are quite right, Sir Fretful, never to read such nonsense.
SIR FRETFUL PLAGIARY.
To be sure—for if there is anything to one’s praise, it is a foolish vanity to be gratified at it; and, if it is abuse—why one is always sure to hear of it from one damned good-natured friend or other!
Enter SERVANT.
SERVANT.
Sir, there is an Italian gentleman, with a French interpreter, and three young ladies, and a dozen musicians, who say they are sent by Lady Rondeau and Mrs. Fugue.
DANGLE.
Gadso! they come by appointment!—Dear Mrs. Dangle, do let them know I’ll see them directly.
MRS. DANGLE.
You know, Mr. Dangle, I shan’t understand a word they say.
DANGLE.
But you hear there’s an interpreter.
MRS. DANGLE.
Well, I’ll try to endure their complaisance till you come. [Exit.]