_Clinch._ Here, sirrah, order my coach about to St. James's, I'll walk across the park too--Mr. Vizard, your most devoted--Sir, [_To_ WILDAIR.] I admire the mode of your shoulder-knot; methinks it hangs very emphatically, and carries an air of travel in it: your sword-knot too is most ornamentally modish, and bears a foreign mien. Gentlemen, my brother is just arrived in town; so that, being upon the wing to kiss his hands, I hope you'll pardon this abrupt departure of, gentlemen, your most devoted, and most faithful humble servant. [_Exit._ _Sir H._ Pr'ythee, dost know him? _Vizard._ Know him! why, it is Clincher, who was apprentice to my uncle Smuggler, the merchant in the city. _Sir H._ What makes him so gay? _Vizard._ Why, he's in mourning. _Sir H._ In mourning? _Vizard._ Yes, for his father. The kind old man in Hertfordshire t'other day broke his neck a fox-hunting; the son, upon the news, has broke his indentures; whipped from behind the counter into the side-box. He keeps his coach and liveries, brace of geldings, leash of mistresses, talks of nothing but wines, intrigues, plays, fashions, and going to the jubilee. _Sir H._ Ha! ha! ha! how many pounds of pulvil must the fellow use in sweetening himself from the smell of hops and tobacco? Faugh!--I' my conscience methought, like Olivia's lover, he stunk of Thames-Street. But now for Angelica, that's her name: we'll to the prince's chocolate-house, where you shall write my passport. _Allons._ [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. LADY LUREWELL'S _Lodgings_. _Enter_ LADY LUREWELL, _and her Maid_ PARLY. _Lady L._ Parly, my pocket-book--let me see--Madrid, Paris, Venice, London!--Ay, London! They may talk what they will of the hot countries, but I find love most fruitful under this climate----In a month's space have I gained--let me see, imprimis, Colonel Standard. _Parly._ And how will your ladyship manage him? _Lady L._ As all soldiers should be managed; he shall serve me till I gain my ends, then I'll disband him. _Parly._ But he loves you, madam. _Lady L._ Therefore I scorn him; I hate all that don't love me, and slight all that do; 'Would his whole deluding sex admir'd me, Thus would I slight them all. My virgin and unwary innocence Was wrong'd by faithless man; But now, glance eyes, plot brain, dissemble face, Lie tongue, and Plague the treacherous kind.---- Let me survey my captives.---- The colonel leads the van; next, Mr. Vizard, He courts me out of the "Practice of Piety," Therefore is a hypocrite; Then Clincher, he adores me with orangerie, And is consequently a fool; Then my old merchant, Alderman Smuggler, He's a compound of both;--out of which medley of lovers, if I don't make good diversion----What d'ye think, Parly? _Parly._ I think, madam, I'm like to be very virtuous in your service, if you teach me all those tricks that you use to your lovers.