_Pen._ 'Tis true; then pray, my dear, let me put a little disdain in your face: for we'll plague this fop. There--that on your forehead does it. _Vict._ Hold, my dear; I'll give indifference for him, a patch just at the point of your lip exactly shows it--and that you're dumb to all applications. _Pen._ You wish I would be. [_Aside._ _Vict._ There, my dear. _Pen._ But, dear madam, your hair is not half powdered. Betty, bring the powder-box to your lady. It gives one a clean look (though your complexion does not want it) to enliven it. _Vict._ Oh! fie, this from you! But I know you won't flatter me, you're too much my friend. _Pen._ Now, madam, you shall see. [_Powders her._]--Now she looks like a sprite. [_Aside._ _Vict._ Thank you, my dear; we'll take an hack. Our maids shall go with us. Come, dear friend. [_Exeunt arm in arm._ _Bet._ Pray, Madam Lettice, be pleased to go on. _Lett._ Indeed, Madam Betty, I must beg your pardon. _Bet._ I am at home, dear Madam Lettice. _Lett._ Well, madam, this is unkind. I don't use you with this ceremony. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II._--Covent Garden._ _Enter_ YOUNG BOOKWIT _and_ LATINE _after a flourish._ _Y. Book._ Victoria! Victoria! Victoria! _Lat._ Make way, make way. By your leave. Stand by. Victoria! "_Formosam resonare doces Amaryllida sylvas._"[65] _Y. Book._ Well said, Jack. Let me see any of your sparks besides myself keep such an equipage. I don't question but in a little time I shall be a finer fop than the town has yet seen. All my lackeys shall be linguists as thou art. While thus I ride immortal steeds--how my horses stare at me! They see I am a very new sort of beau. _Lat._ This is rare--the having this noise of music. But won't it be reckoned a disturbance? _Y. Book._ No, no; it is a usual gallantry here. But the vocal is an elegance hardly known before me here--who am the founder of accomplished fools, of which I'll institute an order. All coxcombs of learning and parts shall after me be called Bookwits--a sect will soon be more numerous, and in more credit, than your Aristotelians, Platonists, and Academics. _Lat._ Sir, 'twill be extraordinary, and you are really a wise person--you put your theory of philosophy into practice; 'tis not with you a dead letter. _Y. Book._ Oh! sir, no. The design of learning is for the use of life; therefore I'll settle a family very suddenly, and show my literature in economy. _Lat._ As how, pray? _Y. Book._ I'll have four peripatetic footmen, two followers of Aristippus for valets de chambre, and an epicurean cook--with an hermetical chemist (who are good only at making fires) for my scullion; and then I think all is disposed. But, methinks this fair one takes state upon her. But I am none of your languishers; I am not known in town, and if I misbehave, 'tis but being sent back again to my small beer and three-halfpenny commons; and I, like many another beau, only blazed and vanished----