L. _Toss._ What if we adjourn into the Drawing-Room Major? We'll sit upon
the Squabb, drink Whistlejacket, and abuse all Mankind.

_Bram._ Nature, Madam, has sufficiently expos'd all Mankind, in forming
your Ladyship so far beyond 'em. [_Exeunt._



SCENE _Changes to Lady_ Rodomonts.


_Enter Lady_ Rodomont, _and the_ Collonel.

L. _Rod._ _Collonel_, I sent for you to wish you Joy, I hear you're to be
marry'd.

_Coll._ [_aside._] It works I find; Sir _Harry_'s Thought was admirable--
Yes, Madam, your Ladyship made such fine Encomiums on Matrimony, with so
much Rhetorick, and force of Reason, that you have persuaded me into that
comfortable State.

La. _Rod._ I persuade you, did I use any Arguments to persuade you to't.
[_Aside._] How he tortures me; but I'll be calm--Have I seen the Lady,
_Collonel_; did she ever appear in Company; pray how is she built.

_Col._ Built as other Women are, Madam; she has her Gun-Room, her
Steerage, her Fore-Castle, her Quarter-Deck, her Great-Cabbin, and her
Poop; as for her good Qualities, few Women care to hear each other
prais'd; but I'll tell you what Imperfections she has not: She is no proud
conceited haughty Dame, that tow'rs over Mankind with an Estate; no