CARE. Well, I shall be glad to be mistaken; but your aunt's aversion in her revenge cannot be any way so effectually shown as in bringing forth a child to disinherit you. She is handsome and cunning and naturally wanton. Maskwell is flesh and blood at best, and opportunities between them are frequent. His affection to you, you have confessed, is grounded upon his interest, that you have transplanted; and should it take root in my lady, I don't see what you can expect from the fruit. MEL. I confess the consequence is visible, were your suspicions just. But see, the company is broke up, let's meet 'em. SCENE IV. [_To them_] LORD TOUCHWOOD, LORD FROTH, SIR PAUL PLYANT, _and_ BRISK. LORD TOUCH. Out upon't, nephew. Leave your father-in-law and me to maintain our ground against young people! MEL. I beg your lordship's pardon. We were just returning. SIR PAUL. Were you, son? Gadsbud, much better as it is. Good, strange! I swear I'm almost tipsy; t'other bottle would have been too powerful for me,--as sure as can be it would. We wanted your company, but Mr. Brisk--where is he? I swear and vow he's a most facetious person, and the best company. And, my Lord Froth, your lordship is so merry a man, he, he, he. LORD FROTH. Oh, foy, Sir Paul, what do you mean? Merry! Oh, barbarous! I'd as lieve you called me fool. SIR PAUL. Nay, I protest and vow now, 'tis true; when Mr. Brisk jokes, your lordship's laugh does so become you, he, he, he. LORD FROTH. Ridiculous! Sir Paul, you're strangely mistaken, I find champagne is powerful. I assure you, Sir Paul, I laugh at nobody's jest but my own, or a lady's, I assure you, Sir Paul. BRISK. How? how, my lord? what, affront my wit! Let me perish, do I never say anything worthy to be laughed at? LORD FROTH. Oh, foy, don't misapprehend me; I don't say so, for I often smile at your conceptions. But there is nothing more unbecoming a man of quality than to laugh; 'tis such a vulgar expression of the passion; everybody can laugh. Then especially to laugh at the jest of an inferior person, or when anybody else of the same quality does not laugh with one--ridiculous! To be pleased with what pleases the crowd! Now when I laugh, I always laugh alone. BRISK. I suppose that's because you laugh at your own jests, i'gad, ha, ha, ha. LORD FROTH. He, he, I swear though, your raillery provokes me to a smile. BRISK. Ay, my lord, it's a sign I hit you in the teeth, if you show 'em. LORD FROTH. He, he, he, I swear that's so very pretty, I can't forbear. CARE. I find a quibble bears more sway in your lordship's face than a jest. LORD TOUCH. Sir Paul, if you please we'll retire to the ladies, and drink a dish of tea to settle our heads. SIR PAUL. With all my heart. Mr. Brisk, you'll come to us, or call me when you joke; I'll be ready to laugh incontinently. SCENE V. MELLEFONT, CARELESS, LORD FROTH, BRISK. MEL. But does your lordship never see comedies?