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DORIMANT: Now for a touch of Sir Fopling to begin with. Hey� page—give positive order that none of my people stir—let the canaille wait as they should do: since noise and nonsense have such powerful charms, I, that I may successful prove, Transform myself to what you love.

MRS LOVEIT: If that would do, you need not change from what you are; you can be vain and loud enough.

DORIMANT: But not with so good a grace as Sir Fopling. Hey, Hampshire!—Oh! that sound! that sound becomes the mouth of a man of quality.

MRS LOVEIT: Is there a thing so hateful as a senseless mimic?

DORIMANT: He’s a great grievance indeed to all who like yourself, madam, love to play the fool in quiet.

MRS LOVEIT: A ridiculous animal who has more of the ape than the ape has of the man in him.

DORIMANT: I have as