By GEORGE VILLIERS, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM, AND OTHERS
JOHNSON. Honest Frank! I'm glad to see thee with all my heart: how long hast thou been in town?
SMITH. Faith, not above an hour: and, if I had not met you here, I had gone to look you out; for
|I long to talk with you freely, of all the strange||5|
JOHNSON. And, by my troth, I have longed as much to laugh with you, at all the impertinent, dull, fantastical things we are tired out with here.
SMITH. Dull and fantastical! that's an excel 10 lent composition. Pray, what are our men of business doing?
JOHNSON. I ne'er enquire after 'em. Thou knowest my humor lies another way. I love to please
|myself as much, and to trouble others as little||15|
|in hopes to be thought men of business.||20|
SMITH. Indeed, I have ever observed that your grave lookers are the dullest of men.
JOHNSON. Aye, and of birds, and beasts too: your gravest bird is an owl, and your gravest beast
|is an ass.||25|
SMITH. Well; but how dost thou pass thy time?
JOHNSON. Why, as I use to do -- eat and drink as well as I can, have a she-friend to be private with in the afternoon, and sometimes see a play; where
|there are such things, Frank, -- such hideous,||30|
|SMITH. I have heard, indeed, you have had||35|
JOHNSON. Aye, so do some of our city wits, too; but they are of the new kind of wits.
|SMITH. New kind! what kind is that?||40|
JOHNSON. Why, your virtuosi, your civil persons, your drolls -- fellows that scorn to imitate nature, but are given altogether to elevate and surprise.
SMITH. Elevate and surprise? Prithee, make me
|understand the meaning of that.||45|
JOHNSON. Nay, by my troth, that's a hard matter: I don't understand that myself. 'Tis a phrase they have got among them, to express their no-meaning by. I'll tell you, as near as I can, what it is. Let
|me see; 'tis fighting, loving, sleeping, rhyming,||50|
Mr. BAYES1passes o'er the stage.
BAYES. Your most obsequious, and most observant, very servant, sir.
JOHNSON. Godso, this is an author! I'll fetch 55 him to you.
SMITH. No, prithee, let him alone.
JOHNSON. Nay, by the Lord, I'll have him. (Goes after him.) Here he is. I have caught him. --
Pray, sir, now for my sake, will you do a favor 60 to this friend of mine?
BAYES. Sir, it is not within my small capacity to do favors, but receive 'em, especially from a person that does wear the honorable title you are pleased
|to impose, sir, upon this. -- Sweet sir, your||65|
SMITH. Your humble servant, sir.
JOHNSON. But wilt thou do me a favor, now?
BAYES. Aye, sir. What is't?
|JOHNSON. Why, to tell him the meaning of||70|
BAYES. How, sir, the meaning? Do you mean the plot?
JOHNSON. Aye, aye -- anything.
|BAYES. Faith, sir, the intrigo's now quite||75|
|and you know well enough how that took. In||80|