SURFACE. A very Phoebus, mounted--indeed Sir Benjamin.

SIR BENJAMIN. Oh dear Sir--Trifles--Trifles.

Enter LADY TEAZLE and MARIA

MRS. CANDOUR. I must have a Copy--

LADY SNEERWELL. Lady Teazle--I hope we shall see Sir Peter?

LADY TEAZLE. I believe He'll wait on your Ladyship presently.

LADY SNEERWELL. Maria my love you look grave. Come, you sit down
to Piquet with Mr. Surface.

MARIA. I take very little Pleasure in cards--however, I'll do
as you Please.

LADY TEAZLE. I am surprised Mr. Surface should sit down her--
I thought He would have embraced this opportunity of speaking
to me before Sir Peter came--[Aside.]

MRS. CANDOUR. Now, I'll die but you are so scandalous I'll forswear
your society.

LADY TEAZLE. What's the matter, Mrs. Candour?

MRS. CANDOUR. They'll not allow our friend Miss Vermillion
to be handsome.