n, you will frighten all the Ladies out of the Boxes.
I see several of them now that are ready to faint at the bare Idea of a
naked Object.

Pas.
You need not fear Sr. Eternal, there shall be nothing exhibited by me
offensive to decency or Modesty! Pray lett the Lady walk in, she will be
the best Apology for the Expression.

Enter. Lady Lucy Loveit in a Venetian mask, dress'd in a very short
Pet: en l'air Slippers, no Stays, her Neck bare, in a Compleat
Morning Dress of a very high-bread Woman of Quality.

Ly. Lucy.
Iack Hydra (#running up to him#) do you know me? Miss Brilliant Your
Servant-- what you are come to see the New Farce? you never miss a first
Night I think-- well what is to become of poor Pasquin, damn'd I
Suppose.

Brill.
Inevitably Madam unless the Spirit of your Character saves him.

Ly. Lucy.
O your Servant Madam-- Miss Giggle shall wee see you at the Masquerade
to Night?

Gigg.
Certainly-- who can She be? She is very elegantly dress'd.

Hyd.
By all that's whimsical it is Lady Lucy, come, come, unmask, unmask,
there is no veiling the Sun.

Ly. Lucy.
O you fulsome Creature [#she unmasks#] from what Antiquated Romance did
you Steal that vile Compliment.

Omn.
Lady Lucy.

Ly. Lucy.
Ladies your Servant. do you know that I am immensly delighted at meeting
so much good Company here?

Hyd:
You dear Romantic Angel, what brought you hither thus equipt?

Ly. Lucy.
My dear, I am dress'd for the Masquerade; and was just Steping into my
Chair to go to Lady High-Lifes; who Sees Masks to night, when this
worthy Weight, with great Civility, told me he had a Warrant from Apollo
to take up all disorderly Persons, and said I must go before Monsieur
Drawcansir, the Censor of Great Britain.

Omn.
Ridiculous.

Ly. Lucy.
I was pleas'd with the Conceit; so hither I am come to attend his
Worship.

Hyd.
You dear Wild Creature.

Ly. Lucy.
Have you had any Sport.

Hyd.
Infinite-- we have had such hissing, and clapping and laughing-- poor
Pasquin has been roasted devilishly.

Ly. Lucy.
O Lud, I am Sorry for that. prithee introduce me to him.

Hyd.
Mr. Pasquin your Friend Marforio was mistaken in this Lady; she is a
Woman of Fashion, the Celebrated Lady Lucy Loveit, who has made great
part of the Tour of Europe in Cavalier.

Pas.
Sir I have had the Honour of seeing the Lady Abroad, the last time I
perform'd upon the Italian Theatre in Paris.

Ly. Lucy.
Well Mr. Pasquin, tho' I am