CLIVE. Madam! (She curtsies.) If she had made me a commoner, I’d have exposed her on the spot.
WOFF. (introducing him). Sir John Brute!
QUIN (he comes forward, aside to Woff.). Hang it! Falstaff!
WOFF. Sir John Brute Falstaff! we call him for brevity, Brute.
POM. (aside). Missed fire! Confound her ready wit.
VANE (aside). I breathe again.
WOFF. That is Lord Foppington (crosses to Cibber), a butterfly of long standing and a little gouty. Sir Charles Pomander!
POM. Who will spare you the trouble of a description (crossing to Mabel), as he has already had the honour of avowing himself Mrs. Vane’s most humble servant.
VANE. How? (Advances C.)
MABEL. The good gentleman who helped my coach out of the slough yesterday.