no desire to get into print.

_Vapid._ Get into print!--pshaw! every body gets into print now.--Kings
and quacks--peers and poets--bishops and boxers--tailors and trading
justices--can't go lower, you know--all get into print!--But we soar a
little higher,--we have privileges peculiar to ourselves.--Now, sir,
I--I, for my part, can talk as I please,--say what I will, it is sure to
excite mirth,--for, supposing you don't laugh at my wit, I laugh myself,
Neville, and that makes every body else do the same--so allons!

_Ennui._ I've an idea--no bad mode of routing the enemy. [_Exeunt._

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

_An Apartment in LADY WAITFOR'T'S House.--Two Chairs._

_Enter VAPID and a SERVANT._

_Serv._ Sir, my lady will wait on you immediately.

_Vapid._ Hark ye, sir--Is this young lady of yours very handsome?

_Serv._ Sir?

_Vapid._ Is your young mistress, sir, very handsome?

_Serv._ Yes, sir.--My young mistress is thought a perfect beauty.

_Vapid._ Charming!--What age do you reckon her?

_Serv._ About twenty, sir.

_Vapid._ The right interesting age! and fond of the drama, I suppose?

_Serv._ Sir?

_Vapid._ Very fond of plays, I presume?

_Serv._ Yes, sir, very fond of plays, or any thing relating to them.

_Vapid._ Delightful!--now am I the happiest dog alive:--yes, yes, Vapid!
let the town damn your plays, the women will never desert you. [_Seats
himself._] You needn't stay, sir. [_Exit SERVANT._] That's a good sign,
that fellow isn't used to this kind of business--so much the
better--practice is the destruction of love----yes, I shall indulge a
beautiful woman,--gratify myself, and, perhaps, get the last scene for
my unfinished comedy.

_Enter LADY WAITFOR'T._

_Lady._ Sir, your most obedient.

_Vapid._ Ma'am. [_Bowing._

_Lady._ Pray keep your seat, sir--I beg I mayn't disturb you.

_Vapid._ By no means, ma'am, give me leave--[_Both sit._] Who the devil
have we here? [_Aside._

_Lady._ I am told, sir, you have business for Lady Waitfor't?

_Vapid._ Yes, ma'am--being my first appearance in that character, but I
could wait whole hours for so beautiful a woman.

_Lady._ Oh, sir!

_Vapid._ Yes--I am no stranger to her charms----sweet young creature!

_Lady._ Nay, dear sir, not so _very_ young.

_Vapid._ Your pardon, ma'am,--and her youth enhances her other
merits.-