Clev. Very gallant!.

Stale. Oh fhocking! But 'tis like the horrible Place I fwear, my Dear, we ought never to be forgiven for coming hither.

Clev: Oh dear Madam, be compos'd, I befeech you my Life on't, you meet with none of thofe Infolences.Such little wild young Creatures as Mariana can't avoid the Impertinence of an impudent young Fellow; but he must be a Grenadier indeed that would attack your Ladyfhip.

Enter Mr. Scribbleferable, bloody and dirty. Mar. Ah dear Mr. Scribbleferable! I rejoice to fee you I am glad you're got out of the Clutches of that unmerciful pounding Coachman.

Serib. Ah de-de-dear Madam, your Slave, your Slave, nothing in the Earth, a Te-Te-Trifle, a Trifle. Stale. Is this the Lawyer, Child?

Mar. The fame.

Scrib. One always meets with your me-me-merry Wags, and your comical Jo-Jokes, Madam, at Fairs and fuch like Places; for my part, I came a pu-pu

pu-purpofe

Mar. To be beaten? A very whimfical Defign, very far from a Jeft, and in my Opinion went off very tragically on your Side

Srib. Not at all, Madam, not at all, a Te-Te-Trifle, Trifle.

Mar, Your Nofe bleeds fadly.

Scrib. Nothing at all, very good, very wholsome; I always bleed Spring and Fall.

Clev. Men of Gallantry turn every thing into good Humour and Mirth. I know Mr. Scribblefcrabble of

old, always a Wag

Scb. Ah! Na-Na-Nanny Nanny Clever! By Je Je Jericho I'm 5 to fee thee.

Clev He's a great Man at Adventures,

thing Pye-houses in Moor-fields ring of him.

the Far

Stale. Well, to have Adventures is always a Mark of à Man of Condition. Mr Scribbleferable, give me Leave to felicitate your good Fortune.

Mar. Ah dear Madam, you don't know him. He's intimate with all the agreeable Rakes about Town, wears a lac'd Hat with a smart Pinch in Vacation-time, and plays at Picket at the Temple Chocolate-houses

Scrib. Tr-truly, Madam, if it were not discountenanc'd in the City, I do think a de-de-demy Caftor, with a fa» fhionable Edging, a very Ge-Ge-Gentleman-like kind of an Ornament.

Clev. He is a very Terror to all the Husbands of the Ward he lives in, Two Chandlers Wives, befides a Haberdafher of fmall Wares's Daughter, have been turn'd out of Doors for him within this Half Year..

Scrib. Ah me-me-meer Waggery, Sc-Sc-Scandal. — What fhou'd the Ladies fee in me?

Clev. Oh that Spirit, that Wit, that agreeable FreeBom.

1

Scrib. Something of a fr-fr-frank manner, Madam; ah, ha, ha, but wh-what's that, what's that, Madam? But how came you to know me! I value my self upon being close.

Clev. What, d'ye think the World knows nothing? But befides, whatsoever he fays, he loves to make Noife with his Adventures.

[Making an ugly Face. Stale. Pretty Expreffion of his Paffion!

Clev. Then 'tis the little peevifheft Creature, rather than not quarrel he'll quarrel and box with his Mistress her felf; then fhe, you know, naturally refifts, then an Uproar, out come the Prentices.

Stale. What! engage with the Domesticks?

Clev. Up with Paring-fhovels, Blows abound, and the Lover is ruefully beaten for the Clofe of his Adventure. Mar. Suffering for the Ladies is gallant; and you fee Love is his foible. But what fays poor Madam Scribblecrabble to all this?

Scrib

Serib. A a a

Stale. His Wife? What, has he a Wife! Oh unfaithful

Mr. Scribblefcrabble!

Scrib. Na-na-name her not, name her her not, I fay." Clev. Marry but we will tho'

fince, to her Praise be it spoken, fhe's an Example to the whole Parish for Patience and good Housewifry.

Scrib. Shall I tell you? My Dru-Drudge, my Convenience, my patient Griffel,

fhe in the Be-Be-Ballad was a Type of her, and I am her n-n-noble Marquis, her Lord, her great Turk, by Fe-Jericho.

Stale. What a barbarous little gallant Perfon it is! Mar. Why didn't you bring her with you to-Day? Scrib. What, about bu-bu-bus'nefs?

congruous, Madam.

Inco-co

No, I left her, I left her
Clev. Penfively at home, I warrant you.

Stockings;

Scrib. Mending the foul Clothes, and the Childrens but let us leave her to her Co-CoCowheel and Pint of Ale, and talk of other MattersHave you feen Mem-Mem-Mr.?

Mar. afide.] Hufht! a Word with you.

naming of Names

[To Mariana.

No

-hark in your Ear.

[Mariana whispers Scribblefcrabble. Clev. You fee, Madam, what a base World it is, how falfe the Men and how miferable the Women are: The very Scribblefcrabbles of the City have got into the way of defpifing their Wives.

Stale. 'Tis too true, Child; and there are very few in this fantastical Age that the greatest Merit can oblige to Conftancy: And if I didn't think Friendly a Man that had a very exact Goût for Merit, one that enter'd very far into Merit, extreamly far, almoft as far as 'tis poffible for one to enter into Merit, I fhould hardly truft felf in his or any Man's Hands.

my

Clev. Look ye, Madam, he may enter into Merit as far as another, I don't difpute that, Madam; but how will you keep him from being weary of Merit, and hav

ing his Belly full of Merit, as they fay, getting rid of Merit, turning Merit off again?

Stale. For that, Child, I truft to my Merit, 'tis my own, I know it, and I trust to it.

Clev. Matrimony's an uncertain Game.

Stale. Tis fo. But you know we Women love Play. Befides, Rallery apart, my Phyficians tell me, that I fhall never be free from the Tooth-ach, Vapours, and a Scurvy Humour that haunts me Spring and Fall 'till, ah! ah! (ou'll pardon the Misfortune of my Conftitution) 'till I have another Child. Nay, they fay if I had Twins 'twould be better, and go more to the bottom of my Distemper.

Clev. Nay then you had beft get your Ingredients together, and go into the Courfe as foon as poffible, for fear the Seafon for Phyfick fhould be over.

Stale. My dear, I fee you're bufie. [To Mariana.] We'll go on before.

Mar. But a Word. Madam, and I wait on you. Stale. Clever and I'll walk on before overtake us before we get to the Monsters. trange Fancy for Monsters.

you'll

I have a

Clev. Did your Ladyfhip ever see the Mantegur? 'Stale. Oh dea! no he was a very obfcene Monfter he was obfcene, rude, very rude and beaftly but the Womantegur·

Clev. His Lady?

Stale.

Was very well bred, and had a great
This is her Day, I believe; if the

fees Company here, we'll visit her.

deal of Wit

Clev With all

my Heart.

[Exeunt

Mar. Look ye, be careful, and you may expect every thing from vr. Friendly's Bounty;

for Cleri

mont's Unkle, I'll undertake he fhall fet his Name to the Deeds when they are ready.

Serib. Tis enough; they are here in pu-pu- preftion my Green-bag here; I want nothing but the old Ge Ge-Gentleman's Name to fill up the Blanks with.

Mar.

Mar. For that I can inform you

himfelf Sir Timothy Tallapoy of Kingquang cungxi.

he writes

Scrib. What a pu-pu-plaguy Pagan N-Name is that for a Proteftant Pu-Pu-Parifh!

Mar. 'Tis a Name he has given to a new House he has built hard by here. You must know he has got his Eftate by the China Trade in the Eaft-Indies, and at that time grew fo fantastically fond of the Manners, Language, Habit and every thing that relates to thofe People, that he prefers 'em not only before thofe of his own Country, but all the World befide. 'Tis ridiculous enough to fee how he makes himself be drefs'd and ferv'd exactly after the Chinefe manner.

Serib. Ve-very whimfical, fe-fe-faith and troth.
Mar. But husht!

here's our Fellow-Traveller, the Temple Wag, that came down in the Coach with

us.

Enter Pinch, and Two Women in Masks. Pinch. You tell me you are very paffionate.

1 Mask. What, are you fuch a Monster not to believe me when I fwear?

half.

Pinch. It is really inconfiftent. You have known me but Two Minutes and a half, and you intend to bambouzle me out of a Beef Stake.

Mask. Not for that, my Dear, indeed ;

but

if we should dine together we should be fo facetious and I can tell you fomething of fome body that lodges at the Black-boy and Still in a certain Place. 2 Mask. Hark ye, Madam, come away, Madam, We won't be beholding to the Pimp.

dam,

1 Mask. No, pray Ray, Madam; Ill affure you, Madam, I know the Gentleman,

of mine, and

Pinch. Bite!

he is a Relation

2 Pimp? Will you give us a Bottle of Wine, or no, 2 Mask. What d'ye mean, Pimp? ha, Pimp! What's Bite,

Pimp?