rio.

Pas:
What brings you back?

Mar:
I met the Town at the Stage door & return'd to give you Notice, that
they may not Surprize you.

Pas:
I am glad they are come, what sort of Humour are they in.

Mar:
Seemingly in a good one. But in roaring Spirits and in high Expectation
of Riot and Fun as they term it.

Hydra. behind the Scenes

Hyd:
Where, where, which way! here, this Way, this way Ladies. this way.

Pas:
Here they come, begone-- leave them to Me-- Proceed you in your Search.

Mar:
I shall. (Exit)

Hyd:
This way, this way Ladies.

Pas:
I'll retire, till I see what humour they are in (#retires#).

Enter Hydra, Miss Brilliant &
Stage-Keeper.

Stage.
Mr. Hydra Servant.

Servt:
Here (this Servt: be on from the begining)

Hyd:
This way Madam.

Brill:
Well do you know Mr. Hydra that I am upon the Tip-toe of Expectation to
know what this Medley can be?

Hyd:
Upon Honour so am I-- quite upon the Rack, but where is the rest of Our
Party? Miss Bashfull here's mighty good Room. Bob Smart won't you hand
miss Bashfull to her Place.

Enter Bob Smart.

Bob.
Upon Honour I cannot prevail upon her to come on. She's Affraid the
Audience will take her for one of the Actresses and hiss her.

Omn:
Ha, ha, ha, ridiculous.

Brill.
Dear Creature come on. Lord I have Sat upon the Stage a hundred times
(#pulls her on#) and if they should take us for some of the Characters
in the Farce. I vow I should be glad of it.

Bob:
Upon Honour so Should I.

Bash.
O Lud, I should instantly faint away if they took me for an Actress.

Brill.
Ha-- ha-- ha-- O Lud I protest there's Sr. Conjecture Possitive. in the
Musick Place.

Bash.
Upon Honour so he is.

Brill.
Sr: Conjecture your Servant, won't you come up to Us? we'll make Room
for You.

#Sr. Conjecture in the Musick Room.#

Sr. Con:
Miss your humble I am afraid so many of us upon the Stage will offend
the Audience.

Brill.
O not at all, It is in the Bills that the Town are to Sit upon the
Stage, & sure Sir Conjecture the World must Allow you to be a Principall
Character amongst Us.

Sr. Con:
The World is very kind Madam. I'll do my Self the Honour to attend you.

Bash.
Pray Miss Brilliant do you know who this Pasquin is?

Brill.
Yes Child; he is one of the Heathen Gods; Iupiter's Grandfather. You may
read a particular Account of him my dear, in Homer, or Milton, or any of
the Greek Poets (#pulls out a Bill of the Farce#) w