g a Dun genteely. I have
sometimes such weighty Matters warring in my Brains, and a greater
Conflict with my self how I shall manage 'em, than a Merchant's
Cash-keeper, that's run away with two thousand Pounds, and can't resolve
whether he shall trust the Government with it, or put it into the _East
India_ Company--I only wish it were my Fate to serve some Statesman in
Business; for Pimping often tosses a Man into a Place of three hundred a
Year, when Mony shall be refus'd, Merit repuls'd, and Relations thought
impudent for pretending to't.--But, I believe, Mr. _Knapsack_, our Hour's
elaps'd, for tho' our Masters may n't want us, we that are at Board-wages
love to smell out where they dine.

_Knap._ The Motion, Mr. _Shrimp_, is admirable, for really the Tea begins
to rake my Guts confoundedly. [_Exeunt._

SCENE _Changes to Lady_ Rodomont's.

_Enter Lady_ Rodomont, _and Mrs._ Lovejoy, _follow'd by a Servant._

_Ser._ Madam, the Mercer, the Manto-Maker, the Sempstress, the
India-Woman, and the Toy-Man attend your Ladiship without.

L. _Rod._ Admit 'em,--this Grandeur, Cozen, which those o' Quality assume
above the Populace, to have obsequious Mechanicks wait our Levee in a
Morning, is not disagreeable; then they are as constant as our Menials,
and the less Mony one pays 'em, the more constantly they attend.

Mrs. _Lov._ Those Ladies, Madam, that want Mony to pay 'em, wou'd gladly
excuse their Attendance.

L. _Rod._ Cozen, 'tis Ill-breeding to suppose People o' Quality want Mony,
they have Business, Visits, Company, and very often are not in a Humour to
part with it; when we have Mony, we are easie, whether we pay it or no;
and 'tis affronting the Nobility, not to observe their Decorums.

_The Trades-People Enter._

[_To the Mercer._] Mr. _Farendine_, this Silk has so glaring a Mixture of
preposterous Colours, I shall be taken for a North Country Bride; and so
very substantial, I believe you design'd it for my Heirs and Successours.

_Mer._ Madam, 'tis a very well wrought Silk.

L. _Rod._ So well wrought, it may serve one in a Family for twenty
Generations.--Have you sold any Wedding Suits lately?

_Mer._ Yes, Madam, I sold a yellow and white Damask, lin'd with a Cherry
and blew Sattin, and a Goslin green Petticoat to Mrs. _Winifred Widgeon_
i'the Peak, that marry'd Squire _Hog_ o' _Darby_,--'twas her Grandmother
_Trott_'s Fancy.

L. _Rod._ Nay, those old Governants, that were Dames of Honour