_Eliza._ This is a coxcomb that speaks ill of all people a different way, and libels everybody with dull praise, and commonly in the wrong place; so makes his panegyrics abusive lampoons. [_Aside._ _Oliv._ But pray let me know who they were? _L. Plau._ Ah! such patterns of heroic virtue! such-- _Nov._ Well: but who the devil were they? _L. Plau._ The honour of our nation! the glory of our age! Ah, I could dwell a twelvemonth on their praise; which indeed I might spare by telling their names; Sir John Current and Sir Richard Court-Title. _Nov._ Court-Title! ha! ha! _Oliv._ And Sir John Current! Why will you keep such a wretch company, my lord? _L. Plau._ O madam, seriously you are a little too severe; for he is a man of unquestioned reputation in everything. _Oliv._ Yes, because he endeavours only with the women to pass for a man of courage, and with the bullies for a wit; with the wits for a man of business, and with the men of business for a favourite at court; and at court for city security. _Nov._ And for Sir Richard, he-- _L. Plau._ He loves your choice picked company, persons that-- _Oliv._ He loves a lord indeed; but-- _Nov._ Pray, dear madam, let me have but a bold stroke or two at his picture. He loves a lord, as you say, though-- _Oliv._ Though he borrowed his money, and ne'er paid him again. _Nov._ And would bespeak a place three days before at the back-end of a lord's coach to Hyde Park. _L. Plau._ Nay, i'faith, i'faith, you are both too severe. _Oliv._ Then to show yet more his passion for quality, he makes love to that fulsome coach-load of honour, my Lady Goodly, for he's always at her lodging. _L. Plau._ Because it is the conventicle-gallant, the meeting-house of all the fair ladies, and glorious superfine beauties of the town. _Nov._ Very fine ladies! there's first-- _Oliv._ Her honour, as fat as an hostess. _L. Plau._ She is something plump indeed, a goodly, comely, graceful person. _Nov._ Then there's my Lady Frances--what d'ye call her? as ugly-- _Oliv._ As a citizen's lawfully begotten daughter. _L. Plau._ She has wit in abundance, and the handsomest heel, elbow, and tip of an ear, you ever saw. _Nov._ Heel and elbow! ha! ha! And there's my Lady Betty, you know-- _Oliv._ As sluttish and slatternly as an Irish woman bred in France. _L. Plau._ Ah! all she has hangs with a loose air, indeed, and becoming negligence. _Eliza._ You see all faults with lovers' eyes, I find, my lord. _L. Plau._ Ah, madam, your most obliged, faithful, humble servant to command! But you can say nothing sure against the superfine mistress-- _Oliv._ I know who you mean. She is as censorious and detracting a jade as a superannuated sinner. _L. Plau._ She has a smart way of raillery, 'tis confessed. _Nov._ And then for Mrs. Grideline-- _L. Plau._ She, I'm sure is--