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Show 13 Love and a. Bottle. Mod. But fuppofe a Lady fpeaks to me, what muft I fay'-? ''''Rig, Nothing, Sir- you muft take Snufh, grin, and make her an humble Cringe- f hus: [He bows Foppifhly, and tales Snufh ; Mockmode tates him awkardly; and taking Snufh, fneez,Rig. O Lard, Sir, you muft never fneeze; 'tis as unbecoming after Or anger e, as Grace after Meat. Mock. I thought"People took it to clear the Brain. Rig. The Beaux have no Brains at all, Sir; their Skull is a perfect Snulh-box ; and I heard a Phyfician fwear, who open'd one of 'em, that the three Divifions of his Head were fill'd with Or anger e, Bourgamot, and Plain-Spanifh. Mock. Zauns, I muft fneeze (Sneez.es) Blefs ine. Rig. O fie, Mr. Mockmode ! W h a t a ruftical Expreffion ! that is? Blefs m e ! You fhou'd upon all fuch Occasions cry, D e m me. You wou'd be as naufeous to the Ladies, as one of the old Patriarchs, if you us'd that obfolete Exprcflion. Club. I find that going to the Devil is very modifh in this Town-Pray, Mailer Dancing-Mafter, what Religion may | thefe Beaux be of? Rig, A fort oflndians in their Religion, they worfhipthc firft thing they fee in the Morning. Mock. What's that, Sir ? Rig. Their o w n Shadows in the Glafs ; and fome of 'em fuch Hellifh Faces, that may frighten 'em into Devotion. Mock. Then they are Indians right, for they worfhip the Devil. Rig. Then you fhall be as great a Beau as any of'em. But you muft be lure to mind your Dancing. Mock. Is not Mufick very convenient too?-I can play the 7T ih r?nd.A*aiden F*ir already. Alamire, Bifabemi, Cefolfa veiajol, Ela, Effaut, Gefolreut. I have 'em all by heart But I nave been plaguily puzzl'd about the Etymology of- theie Notes; and certainly a M a n cannot arrive at any Fcrfeclion, unlefs he underftands the Derivation of the Rig. O Lard, Sir! That's eafie. Effaut and Gefolreut were two tamous German Muficiaus, and the reft were 'Italians. siocL But why are they only {even ? tl i/fi"i w T r ^ S ? " ? great Bafs-Viol with feven Strings, PlanScy a ] l gtC a 1 1 ? tIlc M<icl °f the sPh<™ • The feven w , xTe nothlr,S but F'ddle-ftrings. * mock. Then your Stars have made you a Dancing-Maft4e>r? |