CHARLOT.
In short, Sir, I define every individual who, ceasing to act for himself, becomes the tool, the mere engine of another man's will, to be nothing more than a cypher.
SERJEANT.
At this rate the jade will half unpeople the world: but what is all this to Sir Luke? to him, not one of your cases apply.
CHARLOT.
Every one—Sir Luke has not a first principle in his whole composition; not only his pleasures, but even his passions are prompted by others; and he is as much directed to the objects of his love and his hatred, as in his eating, drinking, and dressing. Nay, though he is active, and eternally busy, yet his own private affairs are neglected; and he would not scruple to break an appointment that was to determine a considerable part of his property, in order to exchange a couple of hounds for a lord, or to buy a pad-nag for a lady. In a word—but he's at hand, and will explain himself best; I hear his stump on the stairs.
SERJEANT.
I hope you will preserve a little decency before your lover at least.
CHARLOT.
Lover! ha, ha, ha!