ur People that make a noise in the World.--But
prithee, Mr. _Nicknack_, what makes you Citizens that spring from a little
Counting-house, up three Steps at the further End of a dark Ware-house,
attempt Women o'Quality?

_Nick_. Why, Sir, I can settle Threescore Thousand Pounds upon her.

_Bra_. Settle Threescore Thousand Pounds upon her;--Wou'd you buy a Wife
as you do Scamony and Cocheneal by Inch of Candle? If I were a Woman, I
shou'd hate the sound of an Inch of Candle. I'll settle _Major Bramble_
upon her, an inestimable Jewel, and if she has no more sense than to
refuse me; for a Chocolate-house, _Jelley Eater_, she has travell'd to as
little improvement, as some other Beau Ladies, that admire the Agility of
the _French_, before the Stability of the _Swiss Cantons_; therefore you
may go tire her with your Monkey tricks, to give her a true relish of my
more weighty Arguments.--In the mean time, I'll step to the Tow'r, to
congratulate the safe Arrival of some very great Persons out of
_Scotland_. [_Exit._

_Nick_. Now has this old Fellow the vanity to think his Person and
Qualities are as acceptable to a fine Woman as if he had been bred at
Court; but Asses will herd and bray amongst the fair Kine, like a knot of
Stock-jobbing Jews that crowd _Garraways_ Coffee-house, and fright away us
Beau Merchants with the stink of Bread and Cheese Snuff. [_Exit._

SCENE _Changes to_ Covent-Garden.

_Enter_ Matter Totty, _and_ Shrimp.

_Tot_. Lord! Lord! What a hugeous Place this _London_ is? I thank you
heartily, Sir, for taking Care of me; for I shou'd ha' quite lost my self,
and then, perhaps, some strange Person might ha' taken me up, and ha' kept
me; but what makes People in such a hurry here, as if at _Lincoln_, the
Mayor and Aldermen were going to a Bull-baiting; at other times Folks in
the Country walk more slowly, as tho' they were going to Church.

_Shr. London_, Master, is the Seat of Business, People do ev'ry thing in a
hurry here, except paying their Debts, and lying with their Wives; but
what Notion had you of the Town before you saw it?

_Tot_. Why, my Grand-mother says, Tis the wicked'st Place under the Copes
of Heav'n, and the Filthinesses she has seen there, have made her frigid
to Mankind; she says, young Fellows are greedy after young Wenches, and
make a scoff at old Folks; Men of Quality have no sense of well-doing, and
Women o'Quality no sense of Self-denial; your highflown Gentry, no se