_Lov._ But your Lordship now is become a Pillar of the State; you must attend the weighty Affairs of the Nation. _Lord Fop._ Sir----as to weighty Affairs----I leave them to weighty Heads. I never intend mine shall be a Burden to my Body. _Lov._ O, but you'll find the House will expect your Attendance. _Lord Fop._ Sir, you'll find the House will compound for my Appearance. _Lov._ But your Friends will take it ill if you don't attend their particular Causes. _Lord Fop._ Not, Sir, if I come time enough to give 'em my particular Vote. _Ber._ But pray, my Lord, how do you dispose of yourself on _Sundays_? for that, methinks, shou'd hang wretchedly on your hands. _Lord Fop._ Why, faith, Madam----_Sunday_----is a vile day, I must confess; I intend to move for leave to bring in a Bill, That Players may work upon it, as well as the Hackney Coaches. Tho' this I must say for the Government, it leaves us the Churches to entertain us----But then again, they begin so abominable early, a Man must rise by Candle-light to get dress'd by the Psalm. _Ber._ Pray which Church does your Lordship most oblige with your Presence? _Lord Fop._ Oh, St. _James_'s, Madam----There's much the best Company. _Aman._ Is there good Preaching too? _Lord Fop._ Why, faith, Madam----I can't tell. A Man must have very little to do there, that can give an Account of the Sermon. _Ber._ You can give us an Account of the Ladies, at least. _Lord Fop._ Or I deserve to be excommunicated--There is my Lady _Tattle_, my Lady _Prate_, my Lady _Titter_, my Lady _Lear_, my Lady _Giggle_, and my Lady _Grin_. These fit in the Front of the Boxes, and all Church-time are the prettiest Company in the World, stap my Vitals. [_To Aman._] Mayn't we hope for the Honour to see your Ladyship added to our Society, Madam? _Aman._ Alas, my Lord, I am the worst Company in the World at Church: I'm apt to mind the Prayers, or the Sermon, or---- _Lord Fop._ One is indeed strangely apt at Church to mind what one should not do. But I hope, Madam, at one time or other, I shall have the Honour to lead your Ladyship to your Coach there. [_Aside._] Methinks she seems strangely pleas'd with every thing I say to her--'Tis a vast pleasure to receive Encouragement from a Woman before her Husband's Face----I have a good mind to pursue my Conquest, and speak the thing plainly to her at once--I'gad, I'll do't, and that in so Cavalier a manner, she shall be surpriz'd at it--Ladies, I'll take my Leave: I'am afraid I begin to grow troublesome with the length of my Visit. _Aman._ Your Lordship is too entertaining to grow troublesome any where. _Lord Fop._ [_Aside._] That now was as much as if she had said----Pray lie with me. I'll let her see I'm quick of Apprehension. [_To Aman._] O Lard, Madam, I had like to have forgot a Secret, I must needs tell your Ladyship. [_To Lov._] Ned, you must not be so jealous now as to listen. _Lov._ Not I, my Lord; I'm too fashionable a Husband to pry into the Secrets of my Wife.