L.Ogle. [To Bruſh, who brings the pamphlet.] And now, Bruſh, leave me a little to my ſtudies. [Exit Bruſh.
Lord Ogleby alone.
What can I poſſibly do among theſe women here, with this confounded rheumatiſm? It is a moſt grievous enemy to gallantry and addreſs—[Gets off his chair.]—He!—Courage, my Lor! by heav'ns, I'm another creature—[Hums and dances a little.] It will do, faith—Bravo, my Lor! theſe girls have abſolutely inſpir'd me—If they are for a game of romps—Me voila pret! [Sings and dances.] O—that's an ugly twinge—but it's gone—I have rather too much of the lily this morning in my complexion; a faint tincture of the roſe will give a delicate ſpirit to my eyes for the day. [Unlocks a drawer at the bottom of the glaſs, and takes out rouge; while he's painting himſelf, a knocking at the door.] Who's there! I won't be diſturb'd.
Canton. [without.] My Lor, my Lor, here is Monſieur Sterling to pay his devoir to you this morn in your chambre.
L. Ogle. [ſoftly.] What a fellow!—[aloud.] I am extreamly honour'd by Mr. Sterling—Why don't you ſee him in, Monſieur?—I wiſh he was at the bottom of his ſtinking canal— [Door opens.] Oh, my dear Mr. Sterling, you do me a great deal of honour.
Enter Sterling and Lovewell.
Sterl. I hope, my Lord, that your Lordſhip ſlept well in the night—I believe there are no better beds in Europe than I have—I ſpare no pains to get 'em, nor money to buy 'em—His Majeſty, God bleſs him, don't ſleep upon a better out of his palace; and if I had ſaid in too, I hope no treaſon, my Lord.
L. Ogle. Your beds are like every thing elſe about you, incomparable!—They not only make one reſt well, but give one ſpirits, Mr. Sterling.
Sterl. What ſay you then, my Lord, to another walk in the garden? You muſt ſee my water by day-light, and my walks, and my ſlopes, and my clumps,
