_Aman._ Yet they seem to have a Torrent of Love to dispose of. _Ber._ They have so: But 'tis like the River of a Modern Philosopher, whose Works, tho' a Woman, I have read: it sets out with a violent Stream, splits in a thousand Branches, and is all lost in the Sands. _Aman._ But do you think this River of Love runs all its Course without doing any Mischief? Do you think it overflows nothing? _Ber._ O yes; 'tis true, it never breaks into any body's Ground that has the least Fence about it; but it overflows all the Commons that lie in its way. And this is the utmost Achievement of those dreadful Champions in the Field of Love--the Beaux. _Aman._ But pr'ythee, _Berinthia_, instruct me a little farther; for I am so great a Novice, I'm almost asham'd on't. My Husband's leaving me whilst I was young and fond, threw me into that Depth of Discontent, that ever since I have led so private and recluse a Life, my Ignorance is scarce conceivable. I therefore fain would be instructed: Not, Heaven knows, that what you call Intrigues have any Charms for me: my Love and Principles are too well fix'd. The practick Part of all unlawful Love is---- _Ber._ O 'tis abominable: But for the Speculative--that we must all confess is entertaining. The Conversation of all the virtuous Women in the Town turns upon that and new Clothes. _Aman._ Pray be so just then to me, to believe, 'tis with a World of Innocency I wou'd enquire, Whether you think those Women we call Women of Reputation, do really 'scape all other Men, as they do those Shadows of 'em, the Beaux. _Ber._ O no, _Amanda_; there are a sort of Men make dreadful Work amongst 'em: Men that may be call'd The Beaux Antipathy; for they agree in nothing but walking upon two Legs. These have Brains: The Beau has none. These are in Love with their Mistress: The Beau with himself. They take care of her Reputation: He's industrious to destroy it. They are decent: He's a Fop. They are sound: He's rotten. They are Men: He's an Ass. _Aman._ If this be their Character, I fancy we had here e'en now a Pattern of 'em both. _Ber._ His Lordship and Mr. _Worthy_? _Aman._ The same. _Ber._ As for the Lord, he's eminently so; And for the other, I can assure you, there's not a Man in Town who has a better Interest with the Women, that are worth having an Interest with. But 'tis all private: He's like a Back-stair Minister at Court, who, whilst the reputed Favourites are sauntering in the Bed-chamber, is ruling the Roast in the Closet.