Enter GRANGER and FRANKLY.

Frank. In one word, Granger, thou art a very dangerous fellow; why, thou art more in my lady's favour in half an hour, than all my art could make me in half a year.

Gran. Have I not always told you, Frankly, that one civil thing from a downright dealer goes farther than a thousand from a man of general complaisance?

Frank. Nay, if thou hast not done thy business with Sophronia effectually, I know nothing of the sex: why, she blush'd, man, like a damask rose, when you first came into the room.

Gran. Did not I tell you too, her quarrel and spleen to you would be of service to me?

Frank. O! palpably! I was ready to burst to see her bridle, and smile at me, upon your growing particular

to her.

Gran. And what pains she took, to make you observe, that she overlooked you! ha, ha! But the misfortune is, I have flattered my lady into so good a humour, by engaging to make out a fair copy of her basted verses there, that I doubt, she won't be able to leave me alone with Sophronia.

Frank. Never fear; her malice is too busy, in setting Witling against me, to interrupt you.

Gran. There, indeed, I have some hopes.

Frank. I believe I shall be able to assist them, and in part to return the favour you have done me with sir Gilbert.

Gran. Any thing in my power you may be sure of -but see, he's here!

Enter SIR GILBERT.

Sir G. O! your servant, gentlemen; I thought we had lost you.

Gran. Your pardon, sir, we had only a word or two in private.

Frank. We were just coming into the company.

Sir G. In troth, I can tell you, the sooner the better: for there's my lady and Charlotte are going to play all the game upon us.

Frank. Never fear, sir; as long as you have given me leave to go Charlotte's halves, she'll make the most of her cards, I'll warrant you.

Sir G. I don't know that, but I am sure Witling yonder is making the most of his time: his wit, or his impudence, has got him into such high favour with my lady, that she is railing at you like a fury, and crying him up for an angel: in short, Charlotte has discovered all your affair with her, and has plainly told him you are his rival. But it seems, sir, your pretensions are so ridiculous, that they are all three cracking their sidos in a full chorus of laughing at you.

Frank. Sir, I am obliged to you for your concern; but in all this, Charlotte is acting no wrong part, I can

assure you.

Sir G. No wrong part! Odsheart! I tell you she's coquetting to him, with every wicked limb about her

and is as full of her airs there, as a handsome widow to a young lord in the lobby, when she has a suit depending in the house of peers.

Frank. Better still, the more likely to carry her

cause.

Sir G. Carry her cause! carry her coxcomb, sir; for, you'll see, that will be the end on't: she'll be carried off herself, sir. Why, man, he is going to beleaguer her with a whole army of fiddlers yonder; such a concourse of cat-guts, you'd swear one of their outlandish squallers were roasting alive here.

Frank. Believe me, sir, there is no terror in all this preparation; do you but stand it out stoutly with my lady, and I'll engage to dismount his musical battery with a child's whistle.

Sir G. My lady! Pshaw waw! What dost thou talk of her, man? Why I tell you, I'll put her into a mousehole, provided you engage to bring me off with Witling.

Gran. Your security shall be signed the minute it can be drawn, sir.

Sir G. That's enough; but give me leave to teil you again, gentlemen, I really don't understand the girl's way of proceeding all this while.

Frank. Why, sir-don't you know that Witling is the vainest rogue upon earth.

Sir G. I grant it.

Frank. Why, sir, then, if Charlotte were to despise him, we are sure he would then insist upon his bargain; but while she flatters him, and you and I only laugh at him, he may be vain enough to trust his triumph to her choice and inclination only.

Sir G. O! now I begin to take you: so that, if he is rightly handled among us, you propose that Charlotte will be able to coquette him out of his contract.

Frank. Nay, it's her own project, sir: and I cannot really think we have an ill chance for it at worst: but we must leave it all to her now. In love affairs, you know, sir, women have generally wiser heads than we.

Sir G. Troth! I don't wholly dislike it; and if I

don't handle him roundly on my partGran. Hush! my lady

Frank. Anon I'll tell you more, sir.

Enter LADY WRANGLE and SOPHRONIA.

Lady W. Well, Sophronia, since I see this giddy girl is neither to be formed by precept or example; it is at least some consolation, to find her natural inconstancy so effectually mortifies that vile apostate, Frankly.

Soph. Yet I am amazed he should not be more moved at her infidelity.

Lady W. You know he's vain, and thinks his merit may sleep in full security. But now! to rouse him from his dream-Oh, Mr. Granger! I am sorry you left us; I am perfectly killed with laughing! There's Mr. Witling has had such infinite humour; he has entertained us more than ten comedies.

Gran. O! pray, madam, let us go in and participate. Lady W. By no means; he's now alone with his mistress, and 'twould be barbarous to interrupt them. Gran. His mistress, madam!

Lady W. Ay! with Charlotte; and, you know, lovers so near their happiness are apt to like no company so well as their own.

Frank. D'ye hear, sir? [To Sir Gilbert apart. Sir G. I told you how it was. [To Frankly apart. Lady W. Beside, he is to give us a little music; and I think this room will be more convenient.

Gran. He is a fortunate man indeed, madam, to be so well acquainted with the young lady already.

Lady W. There's no accounting for that idle passion in uncultivated minds: I am not surprised at her forwardness, considering the vulgar education Mr. Wrangle has given her.

Sir G. Odsheart, madam! don't disparage my girl; she has had a more useful education than your ladyship.

Lady W. O! no doubt! she has shown most hopeful effects on it, indeed! by hanging upon every young fellow's neck, that does but ask her the question.

Frank. Whatever faults Charlotte may have, madam, I never knew her take pleasure in exposing those of other people.

Lady W. What do you mean, sir?

Frank. I mean, madam, that as she does not read Aristotle, Plato, Plutarch, or Seneca, she is neither romantic or vain of her pedantry; and as her learning never went higher than the Tatler, her manners are consequently natural, modest, and agreeable. Sir G. Ah! well said, Frankly.

[Aside.

Lady W. Since I am told you were once in love with her, I shall say no more, but leave her own immediate behaviour to confirm your good opinion of her virtues. Ha, ha! [Exit.

Soph. I don't know any man alive, that looks upon the degeneracy of mankind with so discerning an eye as Mr. Granger; but I am afraid it will therefore draw him into my misfortune, of being as odious to the illiterate of his sex, as I am to those of mine.

Gran. If that were as just a reason, madam, for your having a favourable opinion of me, as it is for my perfect admiration of you, we should each of us have still as many friends as any wise man or woman ought to desire.

Frank. Do you mind that, sir?

[Apart.

[Apart.

Sir G. A sly rogue! he knows how to tickle her up,

I see.

Soph. And yet the rude world will say, perhaps, that our mutual enmity to them has reduced us to a friendship for one another.

Gran. That's a reproach can never reach you, madam; so much beauty cannot but have its choice of friends and admirers: a form so bright and perfect, like a comet in the hemisphere, wherever it comes, must set mankind a gazing.

Soph. Fie! Mr. Granger!

Sir G. What, a dickens! will she swallow that blazing [Apart.