1 La. And that's sufficient. I should think any Man impertinent that should pretend to tell me of my Faults, if they did not concern him.
Gent. Yes, Madam. But People that know him take no Exceptions. And really, tho' some may think him impertinent, in my Opinion, he's very entertaining.
2 La. Pray, who is this Man you're talking of? I never heard of him.
Gent. He's one who has lately set up a Toy-shop, Madam, and is, perhaps, the most extraordinary Person in his Way that ever was heard of. He is a general Satyrist, yet not rude nor ill-natur'd. He has got a Custom of moralizing upon every Trifle he sells, and will strike a Lesson of Instruction out of a Snuff-box, a Thimble, or a Cockle-shell.
1 La. Isn't he cras'd?
Gent. Madam, he may be call'd a Humourist; but he does not want Sense, I do assure you.
2 La. Methinks I should be glad to see him.
Gent. I dare say you will be very much diverted. And if you'll please to give me Leave, I'll wait on you. I'm particularly acquainted with him.
2 La. What say you, Madam, shall we go?
1 La. I can't help thinking he's a Coxcomb; however, to satisfy Curiosity I don't care if I do.