DANGLE.
Why, between ourselves, egad, I must own—though he is my friend—that it is one of the most—He’s here—[Aside.]—finished and most admirable perform—
SIR FRETFUL PLAGIARY.
[Without.] Mr. Sneer with him did you say?
Enter SIR FRETFUL PLAGIARY.
DANGLE.
Ah, my dear friend!—Egad, we were just speaking of your tragedy.—Admirable, Sir Fretful, admirable!
SNEER.
You never did anything beyond it, Sir Fretful—never in your life.
SIR FRETFUL PLAGIARY.
You make me extremely happy; for without a compliment, my dear Sneer, there isn’t a man in the world whose judgment I value as I do yours and Mr. Dangle’s.
MRS. DANGLE.
They are only laughing at you, Sir Fretful; for it was but just now that—
DANGLE.
Mrs. Dangle!—Ah, Sir Fretful, you know Mrs. Dangle.—My friend Sneer was rallying just now:—he knows how she admires you, and—
SIR FRETFUL PLAGIARY.
O Lord, I am sure Mr. Sneer has more taste and sincerity than to—[Aside.] A damned double-faced fellow!
DANGLE.
Yes, yes—Sneer will jest—but a better humoured—