_Har._ Apropos, do you know that the Irish Beau that we laughed at so immoderately the other Night at the Opera, came into our Box and set there all the Play? _Heart._ Who, Sir Patrick Bashfull? _Har._ The same. The Rogue has plagued me to Death with his Civilities, his Compliments and his Blunders; he is the most fulsome Fellow sure that ever pretended to Politeness. _Heart._ Yes but the best Jest is that the Rogue is ashamed of his Country and says he was born in France. _Har._ Well after sighing and making doux yeux at me all play time, he would hand me to the Coach; but the Fellow squeezed me so as we went along, that I was obliged to cry out and pull my hand away; when we were in the Coach, I thought we had got rid of him, but the Instant the Footman knocked at our Door, to our great Surprize who should we find at the Coach side ready to hand us out but our Irish Gallant. We could not avoid asking him in; he made a Million of Apologies for his Assurance, but his chief one was that he observed two suspicious Fellows dogging the Coach, so he followed us home to prevent our being insulted. _Heart._ Ha, ha, ha, I think it was a good Irish Excuse; and pray where is he now? _Har._ I left him below with my Lady overwhelming her with Civilities--See here they both come. (_Enter Lady_ CRITICK _and Sir_ PATRICK BASHFULL) _Lady._ Sir Patrick, we are immensely obliged to you for the Trouble you have taken, and be assured, Sir, we shall languish to perpetuity 'till time shall produce a favourable opportunity of my making a suitable Return. _Sir Pat._ O dear Madam, every Man of Gallantry must esteem the bare Serving of your Ladyship an unmentionable Honour, which ought to be held in the highest Estimation; and I protest to you, if this Accident happens to be productive of a Friendly Intimation betwixt a Personage of your Ladyship's Wit and Politeness and your humble Slave, I shall from thence date the Era of my past and future happiness tho' I was to live an Age of Misery afterwards. _Heart._ O the blundering fulsome Rogue! (_Aside to Harriet_) _Lady._ Really I am at a Loss how to return this great Civility. _Sir Pat._ O Lord, Madam, not in the least--You are only pleased to compliment. (_They compliment in dumbshew apart_) _Har._ See, see, Sir Patrick and my Lady what pains they take to shew their Politeness. _Lady._ And I shall be proud of the Honour of a Visit whenever it suits the Inclination and Conveniency of Sir Patrick Bashfull. _Sir Pat._ Madam, je suis votre tres humble. _Lady._ O dear Sir Patrick, you are infinitely polite. (_Turning about to Heartly and Harriet_) O Mr. Heartly, I am sorry you did not come to us; I pity you, you have lost such a Night. _Heart._ I am glad to hear your Ladyship was so agreeably entertained. _Lady._ Immensely! _It is the highest Entertainment the Age has produced._