[_Pulls off his hat._ LOVEYET. Aye, now you look something like--quite fierce--entirely the fine gentleman, upon my falsehood. A genteel dress is the very soul of a man, Mr. Cubb. HUMPHRY. Like enough, for I've got more soul to shew myself, now I cut such a dash; I've got a soul to see the shews at the play-house; and, I think, I've got a great deal more soul to spend a few shillings at the ale-house. LOVEYET. That's true; I'm glad you remind me of my promise. HUMPHRY. Not I, I didn't remind you,--I scorn it. LOVEYET. I dare say you do. [_Gives him money._] There, drink my health with that. HUMPHRY. With all my heart--soul, I mean;--aye, here's soul enough--[_Jingling the money._]--to buy the matter o' twenty mugs;--come, let's go at once. LOVEYET. I?--excuse me, sir; I have particular business elsewhere.--Sir, your most humble servant. HUMPHRY. Sir, I am your most humble sarvint too. [_Bows awkwardly._] [_Exeunt, severally._ SCENE III. _MR. FRIENDLY'S House._ _Enter HARRIET._ [_Knocking at the door._] What an incessant knocking! Mr. Friendly's family are out, and between their company and my own, I expect to be engaged all day: I am fairly tired of these morning visits;--they are fashionable, and, therefore, agreeable, to those who can make propriety and happiness subservient to custom and false politeness; but, for my part-- _Enter SERVANT._ SERVANT. Miss Airy is waiting in her carriage, madam. HARRIET. Admit her. [_Exit SERVANT._] She is the only one I wish to see this morning. _Enter MARIA._ MARIA. My dear Harriet, I am rejoic'd to find you at home;--I this minute heard something, which I knew would make you happy; and that, I trust, is a good excuse for troubling you twice a day with my company. HARRIET. You wrong my friendship, Maria, if you think you can oblige me too often with your desirable company; 'tis true I was wishing for a little cessation of that torrent of formal visitors which is pouring in from morning till night; but far be it from Harriet to reckon her Maria among that number. MARIA. You are very good, my dear; but you must give me leave to be a little jealous that I am not the only one who is favoured with such a preference. HARRIET. Indeed, I do not know any one I have a particular desire to see this morning, except yourself. MARIA. You forget Mr. Loveyet, when you say so. HARRIET. Poh! I am not talking of men. MARIA. No; but it is very probable you are _thinking_ of _a man_. HARRIET. And pray what reason have you to think, that my thoughts run upon such an improper subject? MARIA. _Improper subject_,--ha, ha, ha. So my very discreet, prudish little Harriet never lets man enter into her head; tho' it is pretty notorious somebody has enter'd into her heart long ago. HARRIET. Your discernment must be very subtle, if you know all that is in my heart.