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coachman； for you know there's most occasion for a coach in wet weather。
BRISK。 Right； right； that saves all。
LADY FROTH。 Then I don't say the sun shines all the day； but that
he peeps now and then； yet he does shine all the day too； you know；
though we don't see him。
BRISK。 Right； but the vulgar will never comprehend that。
LADY FROTH。 Well； you shall hear。 Let me see。 ＇Reads。＇
For as the sun shines ev'ry day； So of our coachman I may say； He
shows his drunken fiery face； Just as the sun does； more or less。
BRISK。 That's right； all's well； all's well。 'More or less。'
LADY FROTH reads：
And when at night his labour's done； Then too； like Heav'n's
charioteer the sun：
Ay； charioteer does better。
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Into the dairy he descends； And there his whipping and his driving
ends； There he's secure from danger of a bilk； His fare is paid him； and he
sets in milk。
For Susan you know； is Thetis； and so …
BRISK。 Incomparable well and proper； egadbut I have one
exception to makedon't you think bilk（I know it's good rhyme）but
don't you think BILK and FARE too like a hackney coachman？
LADY FROTH。 I swear and vow I'm afraid so。 And yet our Jehu
was a hackney coachman； when my lord took him。
BRISK。 Was he？ I'm answered； if Jehu was a hackney coachman。
You may put that in the marginal notes though； to prevent criticism only
mark it with a small asterism； and say； 'Jehu was formerly a hackney
coachman。'
LADY FROTH。 I will。 You'd oblige me extremely to write notes to
the whole poem。
BRISK。 With all my heart and soul； and proud of the vast honour； let
me perish。
LORD FROTH。 Hee； hee； hee； my dear； have you done？ won't you
join with us？ We were laughing at my Lady Whifler and Mr。 Sneer。
LADY FROTH。 Ay； my dear； were you？ Oh； filthy Mr。 Sneer； he's
a nauseous figure； a most fulsamic fop； foh！ He spent two days together
in going about Covent Garden to suit the lining of his coach with his
complexion。
LORD FROTH。 O silly！ yet his aunt is as fond of him as if she had
brought the ape into the world herself。
BRISK。 Who； my Lady Toothless？ Oh； she's a mortifying spectacle；
she's always chewing the cud like an old ewe。
CYNT。 Fie； Mr。 Brisk； eringo's for her cough。
LADY FROTH。 I have seen her take 'em half chewed out of her
mouth； to laugh； and then put 'em in again。 Foh！
LORD FROTH。 Foh！
LADY FROTH。 Then she's always ready to laugh when Sneer offers
to speak； and sits in expectation of his no jest； with her gums bare； and her
mouth open …
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BRISK。 Like an oyster at low ebb； egad。 Ha； ha； ha！
CYNT。 ＇Aside＇ Well； I find there are no fools so inconsiderable in
themselves but they can render other people contemptible by exposing
their infirmities。
LADY FROTH。 Then that t'other great strapping ladyI can't hit of
her name； the old fat fool that paints so exorbitantly。
BRISK。 I know whom you meanbut deuce take me； I can't hit of
her name neither。 Paints； d'ye say？ Why； she lays it on with a trowel。
Then she has a great beard that bristles through it； and makes her look as if
she were plastered with lime and hair； let me perish。
LADY FROTH。 Oh； you made a song upon her； Mr。 Brisk。
BRISK。 He！ egad； so I did。 My lord can sing it。
CYNT。 O good； my lord； let's hear it。
BRISK。 'Tis not a song neither； it's a sort of an epigram； or rather an
epigrammatic sonnet； I don't know what to call it； but it's satire。 Sing it；
my lord。
LORD FROTH sings。
Ancient Phyllis has young graces； 'Tis a strange thing； but a true one；
Shall I tell you how？ She herself makes her own faces； And each morning
wears a new one； Where's the wonder now？
BRISK。 Short； but there's salt in't； my way of writing； egad。
SCENE XI。
＇To them＇ FOOTMAN。
LADY FROTH。 How now？
FOOT。 Your ladyship's chair is come。
LADY FROTH。 Is nurse and the child in it？
FOOT。 Yes； madam。
LADY FROTH。 O the dear creature！ Let's go see it。
LORD FROTH。 I swear； my dear； you'll spoil that child； with
sending it to and again so often； this is the seventh time the chair has gone
for her to…day。
LADY FROTH。 O law！ I swear it's but the sixthand I haven't
seen her these two hours。 The poor creatureI swear； my lord； you don't
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love poor little Sapho。 Come； my dear Cynthia； Mr。 Brisk； we'll go see
Sapho； though my lord won't。
CYNT。 I'll wait upon your ladyship。
BRISK。 Pray； madam； how old is Lady Sapho？
LADY FROTH。 Three…quarters； but I swear she has a world of wit；
and can sing a tune already。 My lord； won't you go？ Won't you？
What！ not to see Saph？ Pray； my lord； come see little Saph。 I knew you
could not stay。
SCENE XII。
CYNTHIA alone。
CYNT。 'Tis not so hard to counterfeit joy in the depth of affliction； as
to dissemble mirth in company of fools。 Why should I call 'em fools？
The world thinks better of 'em； for these have quality and education； wit
and fine conversation； are received and admired by the world。 If not；
they like and admire themselves。 And why is not that true wisdom？ for
'tis happiness： and for ought I know； we have misapplied the name all
this while； and mistaken the thing： since
If happiness in self…content is placed； The wise are wretched； and
fools only bless'd。
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ACT IV
SCENE I。
MELLEFONT and CYNTHIA。
CYNT。 I heard him loud as I came by the close