_Y. Book._ Oh! sir, I have put on so much of the soldier with my red coat, that I came here to observe the ground I am to engage upon. Here must I act, I know, some lover's part, and therefore came to view this pleasant walk. I privately rambled to town last November. Here, ay here, I stood and gazed at high Mall, till I forgot it was winter, so many pretty shes marched by me. Oh! to see the dear things trip, trip along, and breathe so short, nipt with the season! I saw the very air not without force leave their dear lips. Oh! they were intolerably handsome. _Lat._ You'll see, perhaps, such to-day; but how to come at 'em? _Y. Book._ Ay, there's it, how to come at 'em. _Lat._[44] Are you generous? _Y. Book._ I think I am no niggard. _Lat._ You must entertain them high, and bribe all about them. They talk of Ovid and his Art of Loving; be liberal, and you outdo his precepts. The art of love, sir, is the art of giving. Be free to women, they'll be free to you. Not every open-handed fellow hits it neither. Some give by lapfulls, and yet ne'er oblige. The manner, you know, of doing a thing is more than the thing itself. Some drop a jewel, which had been refused if bluntly offered. _Y. Book._ Some lose at play what they design a present. _Lat._ Right; the skill is to be generous, and seem not to know it of yourself, 'tis done with so much ease; but a liberal blockhead presents his mistress as he'd give an alms. _Y. Book._ Leaving such blockheads to their deserved ill-fortune, tell me if thou know'st these ladies? _Lat._ No, not I, sir; they are above an academic converse many degrees. I've seen ten thousand verses writ in the University on wenches not fit to be either of their handmaids. I never spoke to such a fine thing as either in my whole life--I'm downright asleep o' sudden. I must fall back, and glad it is my place to do so; yet I can get you intelligence perhaps. I'll to the footman. _Y. Book._ Do you think he'll tell? _Lat._ He would not to you, perhaps, but to a brother footman. Do but listen at the entrance of the Mall at noon, and you'll have all the ladies' characters in town among their lackeys. You know all fame begins from our domestics. _Y. Book._ That was a wise man's observation. Follow him, and know what you can. [_Exit_ LATINE. _Enter_ PENELOPE, VICTORIA, SIMON, _and_ LETTICE. _Pen._ A walk round would be too much for us; we'll keep the Mall.--But to our talk: I must confess I have terrors when I think of marrying Lovemore. He is, indeed, a man of an honest character. He has my good opinion, but love does not always follow that. He is so wise a fellow, always so precisely in the right, so observing and so jealous; he's blameless indeed, but not to be commended. What good he has, has no grace in it; he's one of those who's never highly moved, except to anger. Give me a man that has agreeable faults rather than offensive virtues. _Vict._ Offensive virtues, madam?