_Nick._ Mrs. _Lovejoy_, and I, Madam, a very good Jest i'faith.

L. _Rod._ But you must believe, you're really marry'd, or how shall I
discover the true Air of it?

_Nick._ But, Madam, is not believing what one knows to be false, somewhat
like a Tradegy Actress; who while she's playing a Queen or Empress, is
full as haughty, and thinks her self as great.

L. _Rod._ Oh! a strong faith often deprives People of their Senses.

_Nick._ Nay, Madam, I have frequently told monstrous Stories, 'till I ha'
believ'd 'em my self.

L. _Rod._ We'll step into the next Room, I have a Fellow too that has the
best Puritanical Face you ever saw; but the Society o'the Livery has
secur'd him from ever being a Saint.
[_Exeunt_



SCENE, _Lady_ Tossup's.


_Enter Lady_ Tossup, _and Mrs._ Flimsy.

_Flim._ Madam, the Major desires the Honour of kissing your Ladyship's
Hands.

_L. Toss._ The Major, _Flimsy!_ What Major? Major _Bramble_; What business