_Mel._ Do not omit it, I beseech you; for I have such a _tendre_ for the court, that I love it even from the drawing-room to the lobby, and can never be _rebutee_ by any usage. But hark you, my dears; one thing I had forgot, of great concernment. _Dor._ Quickly then, we are in haste. _Mel._ Do not call it my service, that's too vulgar; but do my _baise mains_ to the princess Amalthea; that is _spirituelle_! _Dor._ To do you service, then, we will _prendre_ the _carosse_ to court, and do your _baise mains_ to the princess Amalthea, in your phrase _spirituelle_. [_Exeunt_ ARTEMIS _and_ DORALICE. _Enter_ PHILOTIS, _with a paper in her hand._ _Mel._ O, are you there, minion? And, well, are not you a most precious damsel, to retard all my visits for want of language, when you know you are paid so well for furnishing me with new words for my daily conversation? Let me die, if I have not run the risque already to speak like one of the vulgar, and if I have one phrase left in all my store, that is not thread-bare _et use_, and fit for nothing but to be thrown to peasants. _Phil._ Indeed, Madam, I have been very diligent in my vocation; but you have so drained all the French plays and romances, that they are not able to supply you with words for your daily expence. _Mel._ Drained? What a word's there! _Epuisee_, you sot you. Come, produce your morning's work. _Phil._ 'Tis here, madam. [_Shows the paper._ _Mel._ O, my Venus! fourteen or fifteen words to serve me a whole day! Let me die, at this rate I cannot last till night. Come, read your works: Twenty to one, half of them will not pass muster neither. Phil. _Sottises._ [_Reads._ Mel. _Sottises: bon._ That's an excellent word to begin withal; as, for example, he or she said a thousand _sottises_ to me. Proceed. Phil. _Figure:_ As, what a _figure_ of a man is there! _Naive, and naivete._ _Mel._ _Naive!_ as how? _Phil._ Speaking of a thing that was naturally said, it was so _naive;_ or, such an innocent piece of simplicity 'twas such a _naivete._ _Mel._ Truce with your interpretations. Make haste. Phil. _Foible, chagrin, grimace, embarrasse, double entendre, equivoque, ecclaircissement, suitte, beveue, facon, penchant, coup d'etourdy,_ and _ridicule._ _Mel._ Hold, hold; how did they begin? _Phil._ They began at _sottises_, and ended _en ridicule_. _Mel._ Now, give me your paper in my hand, and hold you my glass, while I practise my postures for the day. [MELANTHA _laughs in the glass._] How does that laugh become my face? _Phil._ Sovereignly well, madam. _Mel._ Sovereignly? Let me die, that's not amiss. That word shall not be yours; I'll invent it, and bring it up myself: My new point gorget shall be yours upon't. Not a word of the word, I charge you. _Phil._ I am dumb, madam. _Mel._ That glance, how suits it with my face? [_Looking in the glass again._