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SCENE v] THE DOUBLE-DEALER 187
SCENE V
A Room in Lord TOUCHWOOD'S House
Lord FROTH and Sir PAUL.
Lord Froth. By Heavens, I have slept an age I—Sir Paul,
what o'clock is't? Past eight, on my conscience! my lady's
is the most inviting couch; and a slumber there is the
prettiest amusement! But where's all the company?—
Sir Paul. The company, gadsbud, I don't know, my lord,
but here's the strangest revolution, all turned topsy-turvy;
as I hope for Providence.
Lord Froth. O Heavens, what's the matter? where's my
wife?
Sir Paul. All turned topsy-turvy, as sure as a gun.
Lord Froth. How do you mean? my wife!
Sir Paul. The strangest posture of affairs I
Lord Froth. What, my wife?
Sir Paul. No, no, I mean the family.—Your lady's affairs
may be in a very good posture; I saw her go into the
garden with Mr. Brisk.
Lord Froth. How? where? when? what to do?
Sir Paul. I suppose they have been laying their heads
together.
Lord Froth. How?
Sir Paul. Nay, only about poetry, I suppose, my lord;
making couplets.
Lord Froth. Couplets!
Sir Paul. D, here they come.
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Enter Lady FROTH and BRISK.
Brisk. My lord, your humble servant:—Sir Paul, yours.—
The finest night!
Lady Froth. My dear, Mr. Brisk and I have been stargazing,
I don't know how long.
Sir Paul. Does it not tire your ladyship; arc not you
weary with looking up?
Lady Froth. Dh, no, I love it violently.—My dear, you're
melancholy.
Lord Froth. No, my dear; I'm but just awake.
Lady Froth. Snuff some of my spirit of hartshorn.