Thousand a Year, I'm an humble Servant to both, otherwise I wou'dn't care
three Whiffs o' Tobacco, if the Government sunk, and your Ladiship were
blown up in the Clouds.

La. _Rod._ Plain-dealing, _Major_, ought to be inestimable, especially in
a Statesman, but you needn't give your self any trouble about me, you're
not a Creature tame enough for a Husband: The Lion that's us'd to range
the Woods, if once ensnar'd, grows ten times more outragious. What think
you, Cousin, shou'd we entangle the _Major_.

Mrs. _Lov._ We must never come near him, Madam, for I'm afraid he'll
devour us all.

_Bram._ Devour you all, Mrs. _Oatcake_, a Man must be damnable hungry to
feed upon your Chitterlings. [_Aside._] Now have I a good mind to hire two
or three honest Fellows to swear her into a Plot, have her Estate
confiscated to the Government, and get a Reward of half of it for so
serviceable a piece of Loyalty and Revenge; but to mortifie her more
compleatly, I'll go make my Addresses to the Divine Lady _Toss-up_.
[_Exit._

_Enter_ Nicknack.

_Nick._ [_Aside._] Were it not to improve my Int'rest with the Ladies,
I wou'd forswear all manner of Bus'ness, and grow perfectly idle, like a
Dancing-Master's Brains. I have been squeez'd up at the _Custom-House_,
'mongst _Jews_, _Swedes_, _Danes_, and dirty _Dutchmen_, that were
entering Hung-Beef, 'till I'm only fit to tread _Billingsgate-Key_,
and address those shrill Ladies, whose _Italian_ Voices ev'ry Day charm
the Streets with the deaf'ning Harmony of _Place_, _Flounders_, and