of
Fear? What Cully wou'd be cuckolded? What foolish Heir undone by
cheating Gamesters? What Lord wou'd be lampoon'd? What Poet fear the
Malice of his satirical Brother, or Atheist fear to fight for fear of
Death? Come buy my Coward's Comfort, quickly buy.

_Feth._ Egad, _Ned_, a very excellent thing this; I'll lay out ten Reals
upon this Commodity.

[They buy, whilst another Part of the Dance is danc'd.

_Will._ Behold this little Paper, which contains a Pouder, whose Value
surmounts that of Rocks of Diamonds and Hills of Gold; 'twas this made
_Venus_ a Goddess, and was given her by _Apollo_, from her deriv'd to
_Helen_, and in the Sack of _Troy_ lost, till recover'd by me out of
some Ruins of _Asia._ Come, buy it, Ladies, you that wou'd be fair and
wear eternal Youth; and you in whom the amorous Fire remains, when all
the Charms are fled: You that dress young and gay, and would be thought
so, that patch and paint, to fill up sometimes old Furrows on your
Brows, and set yourselves for Conquest, tho in vain; here's that will
give you aubern Hair, white Teeth, red Lips, and Dimples on your Cheeks:
Come, buy it all you that are past bewitching, and wou'd have handsom,
young and active Lovers.

_Feth._ Another good thing, _Ned_.

_Car._ I'll lay out a Pistole or two in this, if it have the same Effect
on Men.

_Will._ Come, all you City Wives, that wou'd advance your Husbands to
Lord Mayors, come, buy of me new Beauty; this will give it tho now
decay'd, as are your Shop Commodities; this will retrieve your
Customers, and vend your false and out of fashion'd Wares: cheat, lye,
protest and cozen as you please, a handsom Wife makes all a lawful Gain.
Come, City Wives, come, buy.

_Feth._ A most prodigious Fellow!

[They buy, he sits, the other Part is danc'd.

_Will._ But here, behold the Life and Soul of Man! this is the amorous
Pouder, which _Venus_ made and gave the God of Love, which made him
first a Deity; you talk of Arrows, Bow, and killing Darts; Fables,
poetical Fictions, and no more: 'tis this alone that wounds and fires
the Heart, makes Women kind, and equals Men to Gods; 'tis this that
makes your great Lady doat on the ill-favour'd Fop; your great Man be
jilted by his little Mistress, the Judge cajol'd by his Semstress, and
your Politican by his Comedian; your young Lady doat on her decrepid
Husband, your Chaplain on my Lady's Waiting-Woman, and the young Squire
on the Landry-Maid-- In fine, M