r irritate your feelings. [_Exeunt LORD and LADY._

_Mari._ So--poor Mr Neville is to lose Miss Courtney.--Her present
quarrel with him is so violent, that she may marry this idiot merely in
revenge.--If I could dupe him now, and ensure her contempt.--I'll
try.--Mr Ennui, have you seen your intended wife yet?

_Ennui._ No.

_Mari._ So I thought--why you'll never please her while you remain as
you are.--You must alter your manners.--She is all life!--all
spirits!--and loves a man the very opposite to you.

_Ennui._ I've an idea--I'm very sorry--in fact--how can I please her?

_Mari._ There's the difficulty--let me see--the sort of man she prefers
is--you know Sir Harry Hustle?--a man all activity and confidence!--who
does every thing from fashion, and glories in confessing it.

_Ennui._ Sir Harry Hustle?--in fact--he's a modern blood of fashion.

_Mari._ I know--that's the reason she likes him, and you must become the
same, if you wish to win her affection--a new dress--bold looks--a few
oaths, and much swaggering, effects the business. [_ENNUI puts himself
in attitudes._] Ay, that's right, you are the very man already.

_Ennui._ I'm a lad of fashion!--eh, dam'me!--I've an idea--I shall fall
asleep in the midst of it.

_Mari._ No, no;--go about it directly--see Sir Harry Hustle, and study
your conversation before hand--but remember Louisa is so fond of
fashion, that you can't boast too much of its vices and absurdities.

_Ennui._ If virtue was the fashion, I should be virtuous!--I should,
dam'me!

_Mari._ Ay, that's the very thing--well;--good bye, Mr Ennui--success
attend you--mind you talk enough.

_Ennui._ Talk!--I'll talk till I fall asleep!--I will! dam'me!
[_Exit, swaggering.--MARIANNE laughing._

ACT THE THIRD.

SCENE I.

_A Saloon in LADY WAITFOR'T'S House._

_LOUISA discovered reading._

_Louisa._ Heigho! these poets are wonderfully tiresome--always on the
same theme--nothing but love--I'm weary of it. [_Lays down the book, and
rises._] Ungenerous Neville! how could he use me so cruelly? to attempt
to gain my affections, and then address another? Lady Waitfor't has
convinced me of the fact,--I can never forgive him: yet, I fear I love
him still--well, I'll even go examine my heart, and determine whether I
do love him or not.

_Enter NEVILLE, as she is going out._

Mr Neville!--I thought, sir, I had desired we might never meet aga