Nick. Virginia and Barbadoes, Collonel, I never did any thing to deserve Transportation; perhaps, when the War’s over, some of your Livery that have been us’d to Plundering abroad, and can’t leave it off here, may after a Ride or two to Finchly Common have occasion to visit the Plantations.  I own I have Correspondents at Barbadoes, now and then, to import a little Citron Water for Ladies that have a Coldness at their Stomach, and a Parcel of Oroonoko Tobacco, to oblige some West Country Countesses.

L. Rod. Is not that my Lady Toss-up? I shou’d hardly have known her, but by her down-right English Air—­why no body minds her—­Sir Harry, give the Lady a Pinch of sweet Snuff.—­[Aside.] She’s horridly concern’d at my Attractions, yet too proud to shew it, and looks as disconsolately gay, as a Maid of Thirty at the Wedding of her youngest Sister; how I love to mortify these Creatures.

L. Toss. [Advancing to Lady Rodomont] I find, Madam, by your
Ladyship’s
Appearance and Conversation you have been a very great Traveller.

L. Rod.  By your Ladyship’s Appearance, I find you’re a very great
Stranger both to Conversation, and your own Country.

L. Toss.  Is Travel, Madam, essential to a Lady’s Education, or does it only serve to heigthen her Assurance?

L. Rot.  Some Ladies, Madam, are so plentifully stock’d by Nature, they want neither Art nor Travel to improve it.

L. Toss.  Tis much then your Ladyship shou’d encourage Art or Travel, where Nature has bestow’d the largest Share, but I wonder not a Lady shou’d be so studious to accomplish her self who so fondly permits a Crowd of Followers.

L. Rod.  A Lady, Madam, is seldom concern’d at another’s Followers, but when she laments the loss of ’em her self, and if the Fops that flutter about me, give you any Disorder, I can easily resign ’em to your Ladyship.

L. Toss.  By no means, Madam, that wou’d be to rob your Ladyship’s Cozen, there, who is equally entitul’d to your Cast off Lovers, and your old Cloths.

Mrs. Lov.  Her Ladyship’s Cozen, Madam, wou’d no more accept of any Lady’s old Cloths, than of your Ladyship’s Face.

L. Toss.  Nay, Madam, if her Ladyship’s a’ground, your Face may put both Sexes out o’Countenance. [Exeunt Lady Toss-up, and Mrs. Flimsy.

L. Rod. Tho’ minor Beauties at a Venus rave,
        Spight her the more, the more her Charms inslave;
        As ’mongst the Stars the Moon maintains her Place,
        She Bridles in her Air, and Triumphs in her Face.

The End of the Second ACT.

ACT III.  SCENE I.

    Enter Mrs.  Lovejoy.