SCAN. Ay, we'll all give you something.

MRS FRAIL. Well, what will you all give me?

VAL. Mine's a secret.

MRS FRAIL. I thought you would give me something that would be a
trouble to you to keep.

VAL. And Scandal shall give you a good name.

MRS FRAIL. That's more than he has for himself. And what will you
give me, Mr Tattle?

TATT. I? My soul, madam.

MRS FRAIL. Pooh! No, I thank you, I have enough to do to take care
of my own. Well, but I'll come and see you one of these mornings.
I hear you have a great many pictures.

TATT. I have a pretty good collection, at your service, some
originals.

SCAN. Hang him, he has nothing but the Seasons and the Twelve
Caesars--paltry copies--and the Five Senses, as ill-represented as
they are in himself, and he himself is the only original you will
see there.

MRS FRAIL. Ay, but I hear he has a closet of beauties.