Loveyet. My appearance;—superficial coxcomb!
[Aside.
Worthnought. 'Tis true, my words were words of course; but I meant every word, sir, 'pon hanor.—"Cupid, Gad of saft persuasion, &c."
[Sings affectedly, and takes snuff.
Loveyet. Humph,—To whom, sir, am I indebted, for so much civility?
Worthnought. Dick Worthnought, esquire, at your service, sir.
Loveyet. The very fool.
[Aside.
Worthnought. And give me leave to add, sir, that I feel the highest felicity, that you have given me so good an opportunity of asking you, in my turn, for the favour of your name, sir.
Loveyet. My name is Loveyet, sir.—With what solemnity the coxcomb talks!