_Sir. W._ No, my lord, by no means, I know better things-- _La Riv._ What then am I a lord? Egad I never knew my quality before. (_Aside._) _Sir W._ Pshaw! this blockhead has rous'd me from the prettiest entertainment in the world (_Aside_). Well, what would you, Sir? _La Riv._ I voo'd tell you, Sir, dere be one two gentlemen wait upon you. _Sir W._ And let 'em wait till I have done. I had a thousand fine things to say on that occasion, but this rude fellow has frightened 'em all out of my head. (_Aside._) Well, since my better diversion is over, show 'em up. In "The Wonder" we have an amusing scene between Lissardo, servant to Felix, and Flora, maid to Violante. The former had been very sweet upon the latter--telling her that his "chaps watered for a kiss," and that "he would revenge himself on her lips;" but a change comes over him on his being presented by Violante with a ring to be worn for his master's sake. _Lissardo._ I shall, Madam, (_puts on the ring._) Methinks a diamond ring is a vast addition to the little finger of a gentleman. (_Admiring his hand._) _Flora._ That ring must be mine. Well, Lissardo, what haste you make to pay off arrears now? Look how the fellow stands! _Liss._ Egad! methinks I have a very pretty hand--and very white--and the shape! Faith! I never minded it so much before! In my opinion it is a very fine shaped hand, and becomes a diamond ring as well as the first grandee's in Portugal. _Flo._ The man's transported! Is this your love? This your impatience? _Liss._ (_Takes snuff._) Now in my mind, I take snuff with a very jaunty air. Well, I am persuaded I want nothing but a coach and a title to make me a very fine gentleman. (_Struts about._) _Flo._ Sweet Mr. Lissardo, (_curtseying_,) if I may presume to speak to you, without affronting your little finger-- _Liss._ Do so, Madam, I ask your pardon. Is it to me or to the ring you direct your discourse, Madam? _Flo._ Madam! Good lack! how much a diamond ring improves one! _Liss._ Why, tho' I say it, I can carry myself as well as anybody. But what wert thou going to say, child? _Flo._ Why, I was going to say, that I fancy you had best let me keep that ring; it will be a very pretty wedding-ring. _Liss._ Would it not? Humph! Ah! But--but--but--I believe I shan't marry yet a while. _Flo._ You shan't, you say; very well! I suppose you design that ring for Inis? _Liss._ No, no, I never bribe an old acquaintance. Perhaps I might let it sparkle in the eyes of a stranger a little, till we come to a right understanding. But then, like all other mortal things, it would return from whence it came. _Flo._ Insolent! Is that your manner of dealing? _Liss._ With all but thee--kiss me, you little rogue, you. (_Hugging her._)