Charles his Friend. Why not? A dramatist has only one virtue, he never invents a drama.
A Casual Visitor. Then we have only to regard the Adelphi as a model, and take the Wyldest license with the dialogue.
Charles his Friend. Quite so. After all, a paradox is merely a platitude.
A Caller. But do great men do these things?
Charles his Friend. The great do all things because they are little.
A Lady. Surely a wife should look up to her husband?
Charles his Friend. So she does—unless she wears high heels.
A Person. And a wife, if she found her husband in trouble, would surely cleave to him?
Charles his Friend. So she would, if she only knew where to find him.
Another Person. That reminds me that a play, to be successful, must have the plot of a shilling shocker—much diluted.