Dor. I will smell as I do to-day, no offence to the ladies’ noses.

Handy. Your pleasure, sir.

Dor. That a man’s excellency should lie in neatly tying of a ribbon or a cravat! How careful’s nature in furnishing the world with necessary coxcombs?

Bell. That’s a mighty pretty suit of yours, Dorimant.

Dor. I am glad’t has your approbation.

Bell. No man in town has a better fancy in his clothes than you have.

Dor. You will make me have an opinion of my genius.

Med. There is a great critic, I hear, in these matters lately arrived piping hot from Paris.

Bell. Sir Fopling Flutter. you mean.

Med. The same.

Bell. He thinks himself the pattern of modern gallantry.

Dor. He is indeed the pattern of modern foppery

Med. He was yesterday at the play, with a pair of gloves up to his elbows and a periwig more exactly curled than a lady’s head newly dressed for a ball.

Bell. What a pretty lisp he has!

Dor. Ho! that he affects in imitation of the people of quality in France.

Med. His head stands for the most part on one side, and his looks are more languishing than a lady’s when she lolls at stretch in her coach or leans her head carelessly against the side of a box i’ the playhouse.

Dor. He is a person indeed of great acquired follies.

Med. He is like many others, beholding to his education for making him so eminent a coxcomb; many a fool had been lost to the world had their indulgent parents wisely bestowed neither learning nor good breeding on ’em.

Bell. He has been, as the sparkish word is, brisk upon the ladies already; he was yesterday at my Aunt Townley’s, and gave Mrs. Loveit a catalogue of his good qualities under the character of a complete gentleman, who, according to Sir Fopling, ought to dress well, dance well, fence well, have a genius for love-letters, an agreeable voice for a chamber, be very amorous, something discreet, but not over- constant.

Med. Pretty ingredients to make an accomplished person.

Dor. I am glad he pitched upon Loveit.

Bell. How so?

Dor. I wanted a fop to lay to her charge, and this is as pat as may be.

Bell. I am confident she loves no man but you.