_Lady Rod_. O! Maister Sidney, your approbation makes me as vain as a reigning toast before her looking-glass.--"But, Lady Macsycophant, I cannot help observing, that you have one uncka, unsalutary fashion here in the South, at your routs, your assemblies, and aw your dancing bouts;--the which I am astonished you do not relegate fra amongst ye. "_Lady Mac_. Pray, madam, what may that be? "_Lady Rod_. Why, your orgeats, capillaires, lemonades, and aw your slips and slops, with which you drench your weimbs, when you are dancing.--Upon honour, they always make a swish-swash in my bowels, and give me the wooly-wambles. "_Omnes_. Ha, ha, ha! "_Lord Lum_. Ho, ho, ho!--you indelicate creature,--why, my dear Rodolpha--ha, ha, ha! what are you talking about? "_Lady Rod_. Weel, weel, my lord,--guin ye laugh till ye brust;--the fact is still true.--Now in Edinburgh--in Edinburgh, my lady--we have nai sic pinch-gut doings--for there, guid traith, we always have a guid comfortable dish of cutlets or collops, or a nice, warm, savory haggiss, with a guid swig of whiskey punch to recruit our spirits--after our dancing and sweating. "_Omnes_. Ha, ha, ha! "_Sir Per_. Ay, and that is much wholesomer, Lady Rodolpha, than aw their slips and their slops here in the south. "_Lord Lum_. Ha, ha, ha! Well, my dear Rodolpha, you are a droll girl, upon honour,--and very entertaining, I vow; [_He whispers_.]--but, my dear child,--a little too much upon the dancing, and sweating, and the wolly-wambles. "_Omnes_. Ha, ha, ha!" _Enter_ TOMLINS. _Tom_. Colonel Toper and Captain Hardbottle are come, sir. _Sir Per_. O! vary weel.--Dinner directly. _Tom_. It is ready, sir. [_Exit._ _Sir Per_. My lord, we attend your lordship. _Lord Lum_. Lady Mac, your ladyship's hand, if you please. [_Exit with Lady_ Macsycophant. _Sir Per_. And here, Lady Rodolpha, is an Arcadian swain that has a hand at your ladyship's devotion. _Lady Rod_. [_Giving her hand to_ Egerton.] And I, sir, have one at his.-- There, sir:--as to hearts, ye ken, cousin, they are not brought into the account of human dealings now-a-days. _Eger_. O! madam, they are mere temporary baubles, especially in courtship; and no more to be depended upon than the weather, or a lottery ticket. _Lady Rod_, Ha, ha, ha! twa excellent similes, I vow, Mr. Egerton.-- Excellent! for they illustrate the vagaries and inconstancy of my dissipated heart as exactly as if you had meant to describe it. [_Exit with_ Eger. _Sir Per_. Ha, ha, ha! what a vast fund of spirits and guid humour she has, Maister Sidney. _Sid_. A great fund indeed, Sir Pertinax.