LORD FOPPINGTON. Oh, passionately, madam; but I never think of what I read. For example, madam, my life is a perpetual stream of pleasure, that glides through with such a variety of entertainments, I believe the wisest of our ancestors never had the least conception of any of ’em. I rise, madam, when in town, about twelve o’clock. I don’t rise sooner, because it is the worst thing in the world for the complexion: not that I pretend to be a beau; but a man must endeavour to look decent, lest he makes so odious a figure in the side-bax, the ladies should be compelled to turn their eyes upon the play. So at twelve o’clock, I say, I rise. Naw, if I find it is a good day, I resalve to take the exercise of riding; so drink my chocolate, and draw on my boots by two. On my return, I dress; and, after dinner, lounge perhaps to the opera. BERINTHIA. Your lordship, I suppose, is fond of music? LORD FOPPINGTON. Oh, passionately, on Tuesdays and Saturdays; for then there is always the best company, and one is not expected to undergo the fatigue of listening. AMANDA. Does your lordship think that the case at the opera? LORD FOPPINGTON. Most certainly, madam. There is my Lady Tattle, my Lady Prate, my Lady Titter, my Lady Sneer, my Lady Giggle, and my Lady Grin—these have boxes in the front, and while any favourite air is singing, are the prettiest company in the waurld, stap my vitals!—Mayn’t we hope for the honour to see you added to our society, madam? AMANDA. Alas! my lord, I am the worst company in the world at a concert, I’m so apt to attend to the music. LORD FOPPINGTON. Why, madam, that is very pardonable in the country or at church, but a monstrous inattention in a polite assembly. But I am afraid I tire the company? LOVELESS. Not at all. Pray go on. LORD FOPPINGTON. Why then, ladies, there only remains to add, that I generally conclude the evening at one or other of the clubs; nat that I ever play deep; indeed I have been for some time tied up from losing above five thousand paunds at a sitting. LOVELESS. But isn’t your lordship sometimes obliged to attend the weighty affairs of the nation? LORD FOPPINGTON. Sir, as to weighty affairs, I leave them to weighty heads; I never intend mine shall be a burden to my body. BERINTHIA. Nay, my lord, but you are a pillar of the state. LORD FOPPINGTON. An ornamental pillar, madam; for sooner than undergo any part of the fatigue, rat me, but the whole building should fall plump to the ground! AMANDA. But, my lord, a fine gentleman spends a great deal of his time in his intrigues; you have given us no account of them yet. LORD FOPPINGTON. [_Aside_.] So! she would inquire into my amours—that’s jealousy, poor soul!—I see she’s in love with me.—[_Aloud_.] O Lord, madam, I had like to have forgot a secret I must need tell your ladyship.—Ned, you must not be so jealous now as to listen.