must not take it Ill if I head a Party to damn it. ha, ha, ha.

Pas.
Sir, I never Pollute my Productions with Invectives against the Fair.
I am to the best of my poor Abilities, their constant Advocate. he, he,
he, he. (#laughing & Mimicking him#).

Grin.
Why then I am your Friend to perpetuity: as to other Characters you may
take what Liberty you please with them. there is Hydra an Admiral
Character-- he pretends to Taste-- but he is ignorant as-- dear Sir I
can furnish you with a thousand such ridiculous Wretches so that you
need not have recourse to the Ladies.

Pas:
Sir I shall take particular Notice of Your Advice, and follow it
implicitly. and shall be Obliged to you for a few Characters.

Grin.
I'll send them to you depend upon it, your Servant (#turns to the
Company#) this Pasquin is a very Sensible Fellow, and I believe will
Please the Public-- for he minds what the Iudicious say to him.

Enter Sir Roger Ringwood.

Sr. Rog:
Haux, haux, haux! hido, hido. Iack Hydra, yours.-- What is this ancient
Chorus begun yet? this Farce after the manner of Aristotle and all the
Heathen Gods.-- Zounds I am come twenty Miles, from a red-hot-Fox Chace,
on purpose to see it. What the Devil is this Hotch-Potch? a Pantomime,
or a Tragedy? I believe I shall Salute it with a Seranade-- tip it dead
Hollow Haux, haux, dead, dead, dead & damned-- but who is this Pasquin?

Hyd:
If you please I'll introduce you to him.

Sr. Rog:
With all my heart.

Hyd:
Sir this is the famous Sr. Roger Ringwood. a five bottle Man I assure
you; remarkable for his Taste in dramatic Performances, & the loudest
Voice that ever damn'd a Play.

Sr. Rog:
Hem (#Hems very loud#) yes I have pretty good Lungs. hido, hido!

Hyd.
Sr: I have known him fright a whole Box of Ladies into Fits with One
blast of his Voice; drive the whole Party of an Author's Friends out of
the Pit, with the tremendous Courage of a few Oaths; and have frequently
heard him harangue an Audience on a first night with as much Applause as
every Tully did the Romans-- Sir Roger this is ye Celebrated Seignior
Pasquin.

Sr. Rog:
Hum! dam me he looks like Mahomet Charratha going to dance the Rope.
harkee Seignior-- what is this Medley of yours? this Covent Garden
Theatre? Is it in Italian?

Pas:
No, Sir.

Sr. Rog:
In French?

Pas:
Neither Sir.

Sr. Rog:
Neither-- Why what the Devil Language is it in then?

Pas:
English Sir.

Sr. Rog:
English! Zounds I never