SURFACE. Sir Peter--Oons--the Devil!

LADY TEAZLE. Sir Peter! O Lud! I'm ruined! I'm ruin'd!

SERVANT. Sir, 'twasn't I let him in.

LADY TEAZLE. O I'm undone--what will become of me now Mr. Logick.--
Oh! mercy, He's on the Stairs--I'll get behind here--and if ever
I'm so imprudent again----
[Goes behind the screen--]

SURFACE. Give me that--Book!----

[Sits down--SERVANT pretends to adjust his Hair--]

Enter SIR PETER

SIR PETER. Aye--ever improving himself!--Mr. Surface--

SURFACE. Oh! my dear Sir Peter--I beg your Pardon--[Gaping and
throws away the Book.] I have been dosing [dozing] over a stupid
Book! well--I am much obliged to you for this Call--You haven't
been here I believe since I fitted up this Room--Books you know
are the only Things I am a Coxcomb in--

SIR PETER. 'Tis very neat indeed--well well that's proper--
and you make even your Screen a source of knowledge--hung
I perceive with Maps--

SURFACE. O yes--I find great use in that Screen.