Pal. } To each other. } Jup. (To Juno.) Ven. Par. Yet, Sir, 'tis very odd, Why grudge Venus? Why to me this mortal hatred? Jup. Why to her fuch spleen inveterate? Beauty's my fole gift of nature. Dra. Ven. Par. Juno. (To Par.) Pal. (To Ven.) Yours! venal traitor! Conceited creature! Dra. (To Par. and Ven.) Thank her, she cou'd give no greater. Juno. (Afide to Pal.) I have no patience with fuch flirts. Pal. (Afide to Juno.) Ne'er heed. We'll stick to both Jup. Dra. (To both.) their skirts. Blood!-don't again my paffion rouze. He's your pappa, Mifs—and your spouse. Jup. (To ditto.) If you will not be cool, You fee, Sir, they are cool. Shake hands-We're friends-No spite. Be friends-That's right. For this good hap We'll all get fap, And drain the tap. Ven Ven. Par Juno. In peace let's live, Pal.(Afide to each other.) We'll make believe. Jup. This day fhall June. Pal. be high jubilee. Ven. Par. Let this day Dra. (To the audience)-Applaud, applaud, Jove's gracious nod. THE W ELL, well, that may be; but ftill I fay that a Claff. is a fop; it is their national difcafe; not one of the qualities for which you celebrate them, but owes its origin to a foible; their tafte is trifling, their gaiety grimace, and their politenefs pride. Mr Mr Sub. Hey-day! Why, what the deuce brings you to Paris then? Claff. A debt to friendship; not but I think a fhort refidence here a very neceffary part in every man of fafhion's education. Mr Sub. Where's the ufe? Claff In giving them a true relish for their own do. meftic happiness; a proper veneration for their national liberties; a contempt for adulation; and an honour for the extended generous commerce of their country. Mr Sub. Why there, indeed, you have the preference, Mr Claffic: the traders here are a fharp-fet, cozening people; foreigners are their food; civilities with a-ay! ay! a congee for a crown, and a fhrug for a fhilling: devilish dear, Mafter Claffic, devilish dear. Claff. To avoid their exactions, we are, Mr Subtle, recommended to your protection. Mr Sub. Ay! and wifely they did who recommended you: Buy nothing but on mine or my lady's recommendation, and you are fafe. But where was your charge? Where was Mr Buck laft night? My lady made a party at cards on purpose for him, and my ward Lucinda is mightily taken with him; fhe longs to fee him again. Claff. I am afraid with the fame fet his father fent him hither to avoid; but we muft endeavour to inspire him with a tafte for the gallantries of this court, and his paffion for the lower amusement of ours will diminith of course. Mr Sub. All the fraternity of men-makers are for that purpose without; taylors, peruquieurs, hatters, hofiers Is not that Mr Buck's English fervant? Enter Roger. Claff. Oh! ay, honeft Roger. So, the old doings, Roger; what time did your mafter come home? Rog. Between five and fix, pummell'd to a jelly: here been two of his old comrades follow'd un already; I count we fhall ha' the whole gang in a fe'nnight. Claff. Comrades, who? Rog. Dick Daylight and Bob Breadbafket the bruifers: they all went to the fhow together, where they had the devil to pay; belike they had been fent to Bridewell, hadn't a great gentleman in a blue ftring come by and and releas'd them. I hear mafter's bell; do, Mafter Claffic, ftep up and talk to un; he's now fober, and may hearken to reafon. Claff. I attend him. Mr Subtle, you won't be out of the way. A [Exit Claffic. Mr Sub. I fhall talk a little with the tradesmen. fmoky fellow this Claffic; but if Lucinda plays her cards well, we have not much to fear from that quarter: contradiction feems to be the life and foul of young Buck -A tolerable expedition this, if it fucceeds.-Fleece the younker!-Pfha, that's a thing of course !-but by his means to get rid of Lucinda, and fecurely pocket her patrimony; ay! that indeed Enter Mrs Subtle. Oh! wife! Have you open'd the plot? Does the girl come into it greedily, hey? Mrs Sub. A little fqueamish at fir; but I have open'd her eyes. Never fear, my dear, fooner or later women will attend to their intereft. Mr Sub. Their intereft! ay, that's true; but confider, my dear, how deeply our own intereft is concern'd, and let that quicken your zeal. Mrs Sub. D'ye think I am blind? But the girl has got fuch whimfical notions of honour, and is withal fo decent and modeft: I wonder where the deuce she got it; I am fure it was not in my house. Mr Sub. How does the like Buck's person? Mrs Sub. Well enough! But prithee, hufband, leave her to my management, and confider we have more irons. in the fire than one. Here is the Marquis de Soleil to • meet Madame de Farde to-night.-And where to put 'em, unless we can have Buck's apartment.' Oh! bythe-bye, has Count Cog fent you your share out of Mr Puntwell's lofings a-Thurfday. Mr Sub. I intend calling on him this morning. Mrs Sub. Don't fail; he's a flippery chap, you know.. Mr Sub. There's no fear. Well, but our pretty countrywoman lays about her handfomely, ha!Hearts by hundreds! hum! Mrs Sub. Ay! that's a noble prize, if we could but manage her; but fhe's fo indifcreet, that fhe'll be blown before we have made half our market. I am this morn ing |