_Enter another_ Footman.

Nor you you Sot, you'll loiter at ev'ry Ale-house you come to.
Send in the _Yorkshire_ Footman that's never out o'breath;----

_Enter a Third_.

This Fellow's an intollerable Fool too; d'you hear Changling, go to _Young
Man's_ Coffee-house, enquire for _Collonel Blenheim_; if he's not there,
run to the _Smyrna, White's, Tom's, Will's, Offendo's_, and the _Gaunt_;
tell him I desire to speak with him presently; search the _Park_, the
_Play house_, and all the Taverns and Gaming-houses you can think on; for,
positively, if you don't find him, I'll immediately turn you off.

_Re-enter Mrs._ Lovejoy.

Mrs. _Lov_. I hope, Madam, your Ladiship's not displeas'd with me; 'tis my
int'rest to oblige in ev'ry thing, where daily I receive such numerous
Favours. [_Aside_]. She has the Money, and I must submit, tho' 'tis well
known, I'm of a much better Family.

L. _Rod_. Excuse me, dear Cozen, and don't imagine the most finish'd
Cavalier cou'd shake my firm Resolves; but when a Fellow's arrogance shall
dare to proffer his unwelcome worthless Love, then villainously act the
same Part elsewhere; Honour won't let me tamely acquiesce.

Mrs. _Lov._ Madam, Mr. _Nicknack_ desires the favour of kissing your
Hands.