, Sir, you are of your Friend's Opinion.

_Blunt._ My little Spark of a Diamond, I am, I was born a _Jew_, with an
Aversion to Swines Flesh.

_Dwarf._ Well, Sir, I shall hasten Seignior Doctor to compleat my
Beauty, by some small Addition, to appear the more grateful to you.

_Blunt._ Lady, do not trouble your self with transitory Parts,
'Dshartlikins thou'rt as handsom as needs be for a Wife.

_Dwarf._ A little taller, Seignior, wou'd not do amiss, my younger
Sister has got so much the Start of me.

_Blunt._ In troth she has, and now I think on't, a little taller wou'd
do well for Propagation; I should be both the Posterity of the antient
Family of the _Blunts_ of _Essex_ should dwindle into Pigmies or
Fairies.

_Giant._ Well, Seigniors, since you come with our Uncle's liking,
we give ye leave to hope, hope-- and be happy--
[They go out with _Harlequin_.

_Feth._ Egad, and that's great and gracious--

Enter _Willmore_ and an Operator.

_Will._ Well, Gentlemen, and how like you the Ladies?

_Blunt._ Faith, well enough for the first Course, Sir.

_Will._ The Uncle, by my indeavour, is intirely yours-- but whilst the
Baths are preparing,'twould be well if you would think of what Age,
Shape, and Complexion you would have your Ladies form'd in.

_Feth._ Why, may we chuse, Mr. Doctor?

_Will._ What Beauties you please.

_Feth._ Then will I have my Giant, _Ned_, just such another Gentlewoman
as I saw at Church to day-- and about some fifteen.

_Blunt._ Hum, fifteen-- I begin to have a plaguy Itch about me too,
towards a handsome Damsel of fifteen; but first let's marry, lest they
should be boiled away in these Baths of Reformation.

_Feth._ But, Doctor, can you do all this without the help of the Devil?

_Will._ Hum, some small Hand he has in the Business? we make an Exchange
with him, give him the clippings of the Giant for so much of his Store
as will serve to build the Dwarf.

_Blunt._ Why, then mine will be more than three Parts Devil, Mr. Doctor.

_Will._ Not so, the Stock is only Devil, the Graft is your own little
Wife inoculated.

_Blunt._ Well, let the Devil and you agree about this matter as soon as
you please.

Enter _Shift_ as an Operator.

_Shift._ Sir, there is without a Person of an extraordinary Size wou'd
speak with you.

_Will._ Admit him.

Enter _Harlequin_, ushers in _Hunt_ as a Giant.

_Feth._ Hah-- some o'ergrown Rival, on my Life. [_Feth._ gets from
it