brought before you, As an Offender, I am
vastly glad to see you in England. perhaps they may not relish you at
first but I am sure you will take when once the Canaille come to
understand you. I'll send you a thousand Anecdotes of my own
Acquaintance. I will let you into the Secrets of every Intrigue, Family,
and Character, from Pall. Mall to Grosvenor Square.

Pas.
That will hit my plans exactly, Madam.

Ly. Lucy.
I know it will [#whispers to him#] let me tell you there are some
Characters present wou'd make Admirable Sport upon the Stage. there is
Miss Single-Life, that pretended Old Maid is an immense fine one. I can
give you all the Out-lines & some of the most glaring Colours of her
Character.

Pas.
Madam, I shall take it as a Singular Favour.

Ly. Lucy.
I'll give it aloud before her Face, as of another Person, Mr. Pasquin.

Pas.
O dear Madam, that will be vastly kind, and quite polite.

Ly. Lucy.
Miss Dy-- My dear, I am going to describe a Character to Seignior
Pasquin for his next piece.

Dia.
Madam, the Company will be ineffably Oblig'd to you.

Ly. Lucy.
You must know, my dear, the History of the Lady is this-- Her Intellects
are as odd and as aukward as her Person; her mind a Composition of
Hypocrisy and Vanity; her Head, like the Study of Don Quixot, Stuffed
with the exploded-- Romances-- of the two last Centuries-- her Style the
quaint Quintessence of Romantic Fustian, and her Manners those of a
Princess in an Inchanted Castle.

Omn.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Dia.
Your Ladyship has a most masterly Hand in Colouring.

Ly Lucy.
The vain Creature endeavours to pass upon the World for five and
twenty-- A Maid & Strictly Virtuous-- but is fifty at least-- grey as a
Badger-- has had three Children-- one by her Coachman-- One by a Horse
Granadier-- and one by her present Friend-- the tall Straping Irishman,
whom they call the Captain. ha, ha, ha.

Omn.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Hyd.
My dear Lady Lucy, you are the very Hogarth of Ridicule, there is no
mistaking the-- Original [#apart#] see, see poor Miss Dy. how She Miffs.
the strapping Irishman was too plain.

Omn.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, O too plain, too plain.

Ly. Lucy
Not in the least, it will give the Old Lady a Complexion, She wants it,
besides I was Indebted to her, for a full length She gave of me the
other Day, to a Country Gentlewoman at Lady Tattle-Tongues

Miss Dia.
There is no being blind to this. I must return the Civility [#aside#]
And pray M