L. Rod. Cozen, ‘tis Ill-breeding to suppose People o’ Quality want Mony, they have Business, Visits, Company, and very often are not in a Humour to part with it; when we have Mony, we are easie, whether we pay it or no; and ’tis affronting the Nobility, not to observe their Decorums.

    The Trades-People Enter.

[To the Mercer.] Mr. Farendine, this Silk has so glaring a Mixture of preposterous Colours, I shall be taken for a North Country Bride; and so very substantial, I believe you design’d it for my Heirs and Successours.

Mer. Madam, ’tis a very well wrought Silk.

L. Rod. So well wrought, it may serve one in a Family for twenty
Generations.—­Have you sold any Wedding Suits lately?

Mer. Yes, Madam, I sold a yellow and white Damask, lin’d with a Cherry and blew Sattin, and a Goslin green Petticoat to Mrs. Winifred Widgeon i’the Peak, that marry’d Squire Hog o’ Darby,—­’twas her Grandmother Trott’s Fancy.

L. Rod. Nay, those old Governants, that were Dames of Honour to Queen Bess, make their Daughters appear as monstrous in this Age, as they themselves did in that.—­Well, Mr. Farendine, when you have any thing slight and pretty, let me see it. [To the Manto-Maker] Mrs. Flounce, this Sleeve is most abominably cut.

Mant.  Mak. Madam, ’tis exacly the Shape of my Lady Snipe’s, and she s allow’d to be the Pink o’the Mode.

L. Rod. My Lady Snipe, who ever heard of her?

Mrs. Lov. Oh!  Madam, that’s the over-dress’d Lady in Fuller’s Rents, the first in England, that wore Flow’rs in her Hair; She has 5000_l._ indeed, but they say ’tis in bad Hands, and the Town has neglected her these ten Years.

L. Rod. And wou’d you have me appear like a Turn-stile Creature? why d’you work for such Trumpery? have you not Business enough from Court.

Mant.  Mak. Truly, Madam, I’m glad to accept of a Gown from any Body; for the Ladies, now-a-days, are grown so saving, they make all their Petticoats themselves.

L. Rod. Don’t you work into the City too?

Mant.  Mak. Yes, Madam, I have eleven Gowns to finish against Sunday, for very good Customers, and very religious People.

L. Rod. Religious People!  This Creature is so employ’d by the Canaille, I shall have my Cloths cut to pieces, dear Cozen, let Buda make me a Suit with Expedition, I’ll present this to the Play-House.

Semp. Does your Ladyship like your Head, Madam?

L. Rod. The Lace, Mrs. Taffety, is so course and so heavy, I’m ready to sink beneath the weight of it.

Semp. Madam, ’tis right Mechlin, cost me Six Guineas a Yard, and I bought it too of a Merchant, that has smuggl’d many a hundred Pounds worth.