as old Mr. Scourge says. [_Exeunt FRANKTON and LOVEYET._] But as
for what you said just now--no, no, sir; I'll never foutre you, I warrant
you--I always curses and swears in plain English, d' ye see--I--what's he
gone? I hope he won't come back again for the sixth time; three times has
he been in and out within the circumference of a minute. But I won't stay
here no longer--I'll go and try if I can't find out where Doll lives, my
old sweetheart; I an't so poor, but what I can buy her a ribbon or so; and,
if all comes to all, I can get a new pair o' breeches too; for, to be sure,
this one doesn't look quite so decent, and if that doesn't fetch her, the
devil shall, as the old saying is. I'm cursedly afraid, I sha'n't be able
to find out her quarters.

[_Exit._

SCENE III. _MR. FRIENDLY'S House._

_Enter HARRIET and MARIA._

HARRIET. Pray, Maria, how were you entertained at the Assembly last night?

MARIA. Very indifferently, I assure you, my dear: You know, Harriet, I do
most cordially hate dancing at any time; but what must one do with one's
self these irksome, heavy, dreary Winters? If it were not for cards, visits
to and from, and----

HARRIET. Assemblies.

MARIA. Yes, as my last resource, Assemblies, I should absolutely be in a
state of despair before Spring.--Then one may take an excursion on York or
Long-Island--an agreeable sail on the East-River--a walk in the Broadway,
Pharisee-like, to be seen of men, and--to see them--and then how refreshing
to take a negligent stroll on the Battery, the Fort, the Mall, and from
thence to Miss Such-a-one, then to Mrs. Such-a-one, then to Lady
What's-her-name, and then home;--but now I am half of my time as motionless
as Pitt's statue; as petrified and inanimate as an Egyptian mummy, or
rather frozen snake, who crawls out of his hole now and then in this season
to bask in the rays of the sun.

HARRIET. And whenever the sunshine of Mr. Frankton's eyes breaks upon you,
you revive.

MARIA. Pshaw--I wish you had Mr. Frankton yourself, since you are so full
of his sweet image.

HARRIET. I'm sure you did not wish so last night: Your eyes seem'd to
say,--I wish I could secure the good-for-nothing, agreeable rake.

MARIA. Oh, you _heard_ my _eyes_ say so, did you? I ask pardon of your
penetration.

HARRIET. But do you really think the Winter is so destitute of comforts?

MARIA. Ha, ha, comforts! by comforts