ell I vow its a
Whimsicall Bill this; a charming Puff. Lud where's Sir Conjecture?
I suppose he can give us a particular Account of it. for he knows every
thing.

Hyd:
You mean Miss he pretends to know every thing..

Brill.
Why that is as Pleasant to him Mr. Hydra, as if he really had knowledge,
he is a strange conceited Coxcomb to be sure, but entertaining. I wonder
his Character was never introduced upon the Stage, he is a most
ridiculous Fellow.

Enter Sr. Conjecture

Sr. Con:
Ha-- ha-- ha-- who is that dear Miss is a ridiculous Fellow.

Omn:
Ha-- ha-- ha--

Brill:
O Lud, I hope he did not here me (#apart#)

Omn:
Ha-- ha-- ha,

Brill:
Why this-- a-- a-- Macklin, Macklin,-- or Pasquin-- or Drawcansir-- or
who ever it was that writ this Play Bill.

Sr. Con:
It is a Puff, a Puff-- a Puff, a very good Puff upon Honour, like
Woodward's lick at the Town last year. I am afraid tho' All the Wit of
the Author is in the Bill, ha, ha, ha.

Omn:
Ha, ha, ha.

Brill:
Now upon Honour I like it for it's Novelty.

Bob:
And upon Honour I shall damn it for it's Novelty, ev'ry Man in his
Humour as the Play says.

Hyd:
Ha, ha, well said Bob.

Brill:
But the Pit, Boxes and Gallery's doing their parts for their Diversion,
that's what puzzles me.

Hyd:
Lord, that's all a Puff. he'll have some body upon the Stage to
represent them.

Sr. Con:
No, no, no, you are out, you are out, he is to have one of the Actors in
the Pitt; who is to Speak from thence-- See there-- there he is the very
Actor-- You may See him from hence-- he sits next to that very handsome
Gentleman that looks like a Iew's Bastard.

Omn:
Ha, ha, ha-- I see him, I see him.

Sr. Con:
And there's one of the Actresses some where or other in the Front
Boxes;-- She's a New Woman-- very handsome they say, one Miss
Tweezeldon. I wish we cou'd find her out.

Hyd:
I can't see her;-- unless that be She with the White teeth that laughs
so heartily, and is playing with her Fan.

Sr. Conj.
I believe that is She; yes, yes, that is she I am Possitive, for she
blushes at Our Speaking of her, but we shall put her out of
Countenance.-- Ladies we should not let the Audience so far into the
Secret; it will not be fair;-- come let us Step into the Green Room for
a Moment-- I want to have a little Chat with this Pasquin.

Brill:
Miss Bashfull come Child we'll go into the Green Room. were you ever
there.

Bash:
Never Madam.

Brill:
Come then I'