_Lau_. My Inclinations, Sir, have given you more--pray let me wait on you to your Lodgings, lest a farther Insolence shou’d be offer’d you. _Gal_. Sir, you oblige too fast. [_They go out_. Sir _Sig_. Ah, _che Diavilo Ayles_, these hot-brain’d fellows, sure, they’re drunk. _Pet_. Oh, fy, Signior, drunk, for a Man of Quality--’tis intolerable. Sir _Sig_. Ay: why how so, Signior _Morigoroso_? _Pet. Imbriaco_ had made it a fine Speech indeed. Sir _Sig_. Why, faith, and so it had, as thus,--_ach Diavilo Ayles_, these are hot-brain’d Fellows, sure they are _imbriaco_,--Now, wou’d not I be drunk for a thousand Crowns: _Imbriaco_ sounds _Cinquante per cent_ better.--Come, noble Signior, let’s _andiamo a casa_, which is as much as to say, let’s amble home.-- _Tick_. In troth, wondrous expert--_Certo_, Signior, he’s an apt Scholar. Sir _Sig_. Ah, Sir, you shall see, when I come to my Civilities.-- _Pet_. Where the first Lesson you shall learn, is, how to give and how to receive with a Bon-Grace. _Tick_. That receiving Lesson I will learn my self. _Pet_. This unfrequented part of the Garden, Signior, will fit our purpose as well as your Lodgings.--first then--Signiors, your Address. [_Puts himself in the middle_. [Petro _bows on both sides, they do the like_. --Very well, that’s at the Approach of any Person of Quality, after which you must take out your Snuff-Box. Sir _Sig_. Snuff-Box; why, we take no Snuff, Signior. _Pet_. Then, Sir, by all means you must learn: for besides the Mode and Gravity of it, it inviveates the _Pericranium_; that is, sapientates the Brain,--that is, inspires Wit, Thought, Invention, Understanding, and the like--you conceive me, Signiors-- [_Bowing_. Sir _Sig_. Most profoundly, Signior.-- [_Bowing_. _Pet_.--Then, Signiors, it keeps you in confidence, and Countenance; and whilst you gravely seem to take a snush, you gain time to answer to the purpose, and in a politick Posture--as thus--to any intricate Question. _Tick_. Hum--_certo_, I like that well; and ‘twere admirable if a Man were allow’d to take it when he’s out in’s Sermon. _Pet_. Doubtless, Signior, you might, it helps the Memory better than Rosemary: therefore I have brought each of you a Snuff-Box. Sir _Sig_. By no means: excuse me Signior. [_Refuses to take ‘em_. _Pet_. Ah, Baggatelles, Signior, Baggatelles; and now, Signiors, I’ll teach you how to take it with a handsom Grace: Signior, your Hand--and yours, Signior; [_Lays Snuff on their hands_. --so, now draw your hand to and fro under your Noses, and snuff it hard up--Excellent well. [_They daub all their Noses, and make Grimaces, and sneeze_. Sir _Sig_. Methinks, Signior, this Snuff stinks most damnably: pray, what scent do you call this?