Oliv. I know you must divide yourself; for your good company is too general a good to be engrossed by any particular friend.
L. Plau. O Lord, madam, my company! your most obliged, faithful, humble servant. But I could have brought you good company indeed; for I parted at your door with two of the worthiest, bravest men—
Oliv. Who were they, my lord?
Nov. Who do you call the worthiest, bravest men, pray?
L. Plau. O, the wisest, bravest gentlemen! men of such honour and virtue! of such good qualities! ah—
Eliza. This is a coxcomb that speaks ill of all people a different way, and libels everybody with dull praise, and commonly in the wrong place; so makes his panegyrics abusive lampoons. [Aside.
Oliv. But pray let me know who they were?
L. Plau. Ah! such patterns of heroic virtue! such—
Nov. Well: but who the devil were they?
L. Plau. The honour of our nation! the glory of our age! Ah, I could dwell a twelvemonth on their praise; which indeed I might spare by telling their names; Sir John Current and Sir Richard Court-Title.