POM. Nay, this is a most original admirer, Ernest Vane, that pastoral youth who means to win La Woffington by agricultural courtship, who wants to take the star from its firmament, and stick it in a cottage.
WOFF. And what does the man think I am to do without this (imitates applause) from my dear public’s thousand hands.
POM. You are to have that from a single mouth instead (mimics a kiss).
WOFF. Go on, tell me what more he says.
POM. Why, he——
WOFF. No, you are not to invent; I should detect your work in a minute, and you would only spoil this man.
POM. He proposes to be your friend, rather than your lover; to fight for your reputation instead of adding to your éclat.
WOFF. Oh! and is Mr. Vane your friend?
POM. He is!
WOFF. (with significance). Why don’t you tell him my real character, and send him into the country again!