_Lord._ Yes, yes:--Ennui will be here in an instant--but he's so reserved--and so mild--
_Louisa._ So I understand, sir--and so very silent, that he won't talk so much in a year, as I intend in an hour.
_Lord._ I know--that's the reason I bring him into parliament--he'll never speak--only say "Ay" or "No," and be up stairs to beef-steaks in an instant, [_Knock._] Here he is!--now encourage him--don't mind his diffidence--
_Louisa._ No, sir--I'll do all in my power to make him talk.
_Lord._ That's well--I'll leave you together--I won't interrupt you, [_Stamping without._] Odso!--I must get out of the way,--encourage him; Louisa--I beseech you encourage him! [_Exit._
_Ennui._ [_Without._] Stand by! no ceremony, damme!--
_Ennui._ Get down stairs, you dog--get down,--[_Exit SERVANT._] Here I am, ma'am:--ease is every thing--I'll seat myself--now for business!--yaw--aw!-- [_Yawns aside._
_Ennui._ In one word, I'll tell you my character,--I'm a lad of fashion!--I love gaming--I hate thinking--I like racing--I despise reading--I patronize boxing--I detest reasoning--I pay debts of honour,--not honourable debts--in short, I'll kick your servants--cheat your family, and fight your guardian--and so if you like me, take me--heh, damme!--I'm tired already!--yaw--aw. [_Yawns aside._
_Louisa._ Mr Ennui, can you be in your senses?
_Ennui._ In fact--I don't comprehend [_Forgetting himself._]--Oh--ay--senses! [_Recollecting himself._] a lad of fashion in his senses!--that's a very good joke!--if one of us had any sense, the rest would shut him up in a cabinet of curiosities, or show him as a wonderful animal:--they would, damme!--I can't support it!--yaw--aw! [_Yawns aside._
_Louisa._ So, you glory in your ignorance?
_Louisa._ So, you glory in your ignorance--in your vices?
_Ennui._ I've an idea--I can't understand--[_Forgetting himself._]--vices! Oh:--ay, damme, to be sure; [_Recollecting himself._] you must be wicked, or you can't be visited--singularity is every thing,--every man must get a character, and I'll tell you how I first got mine:--I pretended to intrigue with my friend's wife,--paragraph'd myself in the newspapers,--got caricatured in the print-shops--made the story believed,--was abused by every body,--noticed for my gallantry by every body--and at length visited by every body--I was, damme!--I'm curst sleepy,--yaw--aw! [_Yawns aside._