"MORE. So! But I must bear it. If your lordship has a mind to the box, I'll stand by you in the keeping of it. "FOP. My lord, I'm passionately oblig'd to you, but I am afraid I cannot answer your hazarding so much of the lady's favour. "MORE. Not at all, my lord; 'tis possible I may not have the same regard to her frown that your lordship has. [Here's a bit of human nature. Morelove stands in awe of that frown, but he doth valiantly protest, and that too much, that the displeasure of Lady Betty is no more to him than a dozen of ciphers.] "FOP. That's a bite, I am sure--he'd give a joint of his little finger to be as well with her as I am. [_Aside_.] But here she comes! Charles, stand by me. Must not a man be a vain coxcomb now, to think this creature follow'd one? "SIR CHARLES. Nothing so plain, my lord. "FOP. Flattering devil." _Enter_ LADY BETTY. "LADY BETTY. Pshah, my Lord Foppington! Pr'ythee don't play the fool now, but give me my snuff-box. Sir Charles, help me to take it from him. "SIR CHARLES. You know I hate trouble, madame. "LADY BETTY. Pooh! you'll make me stay still; prayers are half over now. "FOP. If you'll promise me not to go to church, I'll give it you. "LADY BETTY. I'll promise nothing at all, for positively I will have it. [_Struggling with him_. "FOP. Then comparatively I won't part with it, ha! ha! [_Struggles with her_. "LADY BETTY. O you devil, you have kill'd my arm! Oh! Well--if you'll let me have it, I'll give you a better. "MORE. [_Aside to_ SIR CHARLES.] O Charles! that has a view of distant kindness in it. "FOP. Nay, now I keep it superlatively. I find there's a secret value in it. "LADY BETTY. O dismal! upon my word, I am only ashamed to give it you. Do you think I wou'd offer such an odious fancy'd thing to anybody I had the least value for? "SIR CHARLES. [_Aside to_ LORD MORELOVE.] Now it comes a little nearer, methinks it does not seem to be any kindness at all. "FOP. Why, really, madame, upon second view, it has not extremely the mode of a lady's utensil: are you sure it never held anything but snuff? "LADY BETTY. O! you monster! "FOP. Nay, I only ask because it seems to me to have very much the air and fancy of Monsieur Smoakandfot's tobacco-box. "MORE. I can bear no more. "SIR CHARLES. Why don't then; I'll step into the company and return to your relief immediately. [_Exit_. "MORE. [_To_ LADY BETTY.] Come, madame, will your ladyship give me leave to end the difference? Since the slightness of the thing may let you bestow it without any mark of favour, shall I beg it of your ladyship? "LADY BETTY. O my lord, no body sooner. I beg you give it my lord. [_Looking earnestly on_ LORD FOPPINGTON, _who, smiling, gives it to_ LORD MORELOVE _and then bows gravely to her_].