SIR FOPLING. The tassels are new and pretty.

MEDLEY. I never saw a coat better cut. SIR FOPLING. It makes me show long waisted, and, I think, slender. 284 DORIMANT. That's the shape our ladies dote on.

MEDLEY. Your breech, though, is a handful too high, in my eye, Sir Fopling.

SIR FOPLING. Peace, Medley! I have wished it lower a thousand times, but a pox on't! 'twill not be.

LADY TOWNLEY. His gloves are well fringed, large, and graceful.

SIR FOPLING. I was always eminent for being bien ganté.

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EMILIA. He wears nothing but what are originals of the most famous hands in Paris.

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SIR FOPLING. You have named her! DORIMANT. You cannot pitch on a better for your purpose.

SIR FOPLING. Prithee, what is she? DORIMANT. A person of quality, and one who has a rest of reputation enough to make the conquest considerable; besides, I hear she likes you too.

327 SIR FOPLING. Methoughts she seemed, though, very reserved and uneasy all the time I entertained her.

DORIMANT. Grimace and affectation! You will see her in the Mall to-night.

SIR FOPLING. Prithee, let thee and I take the air together.

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[Exit YOUNG BELLAIR and HARRIET] DORIMANT. 'Tis she! it must be shethat lovely hair, that easy shape, those wanton eyes, and all those melting charms about her mouth which Medley spoke of! I'll follow the lottery and put in for a prize with my friend Bellair. Exit DORIMANT repeating In love the victors from the vanquished fly; They fly that wound, and they pursue that die.

[Re-Jenter YOUNG BELLAIR and HARRIET; after them, DORIMANT, at a distance YOUNG BELLAIR. Most people prefer Hyde Park to this place.

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DORIMANT. I have been used to deep play, but I can make one at small game when I like my gamester well.

HARRIET. And be so unconcerned you'll have no pleasure in't.

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DORIMANT. Where there is a considerable sum to be won, the hope of drawing people in makes every trifle considerable.

HARRIET. The sordidness of men's natures, I know, makes 'em willing to flatter and comply with the rich, though they are sure never to be the better for 'em.

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HARRIET. You do me wrong. DORIMANT. I do not. As I followed you, I observed how you were pleased when the fops cried, "She's handsome-very handsome! By God she is!" and whispered aloud your name. The thousand several forms you put your face into, then, to make yourself more agreeable! How wantonly you played with your head, flung back your locks, and looked smilingly over your shoulder at 'em! HARRIET. I do not go begging the men's, as you do the ladies', good liking, with a sly softness in your looks and a gentle slowness in your bows as you pass 'em-as thus, sir. (Acts him) Is not this like you?

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MEDLEY. Dorimant, a discovery! I met with Bellair.

DORIMANT. You can tell me no news, sir; I know all.

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MEDLEY. How do you like the daughter? DORIMANT. You never came so near truth in your life as you did in her description. MEDLEY. What think you of the mother? DORIMANT. Whatever I think of her, she thinks very well of me, I find. 187

MEDLEY. Did she know you? DORIMANT. She did not; whether she does now or no, I know not. Here was a pleasant scene toward, when in came Sir Fopling, mustering up his equipage, and at the latter end named me and frightened her away. 193

MRS. LOVEIT. I do not, and I will have you think so.-What made you hale me to this odious place, Bellinda?

BELLINDA. I hate to be hulched up in a coach; walking is much better.

255 MRS. LOVEIT. Would we could meet Sir Fopling now!

BELLINDA. Lord, would you not avoid him? MRS. LOVEIT. I would make him all the advances that may be.

260 BELLINDA. That would confirm Dorimant's suspicion, my dear.

MRS. LOVEIT. He is not jealous; but I will make him so, and be revenged a way he

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