s you. [_VAPID reads._

_Arrived at Bath--duty I owe--virtuous part of
mankind--beheld your merit--wish to encourage--six this
evening.--A. Waitfor't--Grove._

_Vapid._ Yes, yes, it's plain enough now--she admires my talents!--It
isn't the first time, Neville, this has happened.--Sweet fond
fool!--I'll go and prepare myself directly.

_Nev._ Ay do, Vapid,--she'll be all on fire to see you.

_Vapid._ All on fire! I suppose so.--Write a play, Neville, write a
play--you see the effect of the muses and graces when they unite--you
see, Neville, you see----but, hold, hold--how the devil came you by this
letter?

_Nev._ That's true enough. [_Aside._] I'll tell you--I was at her party
last night, and on coming out of the room she slipt it into my hand, and
desired me to direct it, and give it to you--She has often spoke to me
in your favour, and I did you all the good I could--however, to be sure
it's no mistake, ask the servant, who admits you, if the name at the
bottom is not her own hand-writing.

_Vapid._ Oh, no!--it's no mistake,--there's no doubt of the
matter.--Write a play, Neville, write a play--and charm the ladies, you
dog!--adieu! [_Exit._

_Ennui._ I've an idea--if we've common fortune, this will do every
thing.

_Nev._ No,--Lady Waitfor't's arts are numberless--she is so perfect a
hypocrite, that I even doubt her confessing her real sentiments to her
minion Willoughby; and when she does a bad action, she ever pretends
'tis from a good motive.

_Enter VAPID._

_Vapid._ Gad, I forgot--you'll recollect the epilogue, Neville.

_Nev._ Yes,--I'll write to my cousin to-day.

_Vapid._ But, not a word of the love affair to him--any where else
indeed it might do one a service--but never tell an intrigue to a
dramatic author.

_Ennui._ In fact--why not sir?

_Vapid._ Because it may furnish a scene for a comedy--I do it
myself.--Indeed, I think the best part of an intrigue is the hopes of
incident, or stage effect--however, I can't stay.

_Nev._ Nay, we'll walk with you--I, in pursuit of my brother--you, of
your mistress.

_Vapid._ Ay, Neville, there it is--now, do take my advice, and write a
play--if any incident happens, remember, it is better to have written a
damned play, than no play at all--it snatches a man from obscurity--and
being particular, as this world goes, is a very great thing.

_Nev._ But I confess I have