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Show tA6 ~~ tffodagt ^4a-ModcL_ thefe Affronts, b; >g pcrpctuallj to Gourr, nor Employmenttit.. i •//„*,/ m v ?y 1/ traittee at Court, Met. I declare, then be deifi'd in meer Town-Lady. , f > c r o w J and fweatin thc Draw- 7>r. Efpecially at Court. H o w have ] [ ^ ^ t o { m m , and invade the ing-Room, on a Holidav-mght! ** * J » ^ tine froma Courtier,to ^ - a ^ ^ ^ * thought to be quite mn- Countrey court to her with abufing them. therefore I would e'en advife you . £ 2 S t e O T « i # ? S f l S » , or, if you like not there upon our Offals here • Their Enrta mnm *W y ^And^^^ is fuch a Prefent to'em, that fhe poor to* waj for the Carriers Day yntn fuch Devotion, that they cannot fleep the Night befon. >*. No more than 1 can, the Night before I am to go a Journey. rw nr I before 1 am to try on a new Gown. & A Song thi's ftale here? will benew there a I * * * ™ * £ g , ^ a n d if a Man of the Town by chance come amongft em, hes reveienced tor teach lhgJV A Wend of mine, who makes Songs fometimes came lately out of the Weft and vow'd he was fo put out of Counfnance with a Song of his t tor at the firft Countrcv-Gentlcman's he vifited, he faw three Tailors oofs-leg d npon the Table in the Hall, who were tearing out as loud as ever they could fing, . After the pan^s of a defperate Lover, fccc. and all that Day he heard nothing elfe, but the Daughters ofthe Houfe,andthe Maids, humming it over in every Corner, *nd the Father whiftling.it Arte. Indeed T have obferv'd of ray felf, that when I am out of Town but a fornight, I am fo humble, that I would receive a Letter from m y Tailor or Mercer for a favour. Mel W h e n I have been at Grafs in the Summer, and am new come up again, methinks I 'm to be turn'd into Ridiculeby all that fee m e ; but when I have been once or twice at Court, I begin to value m y felf again, and to defpifemy Countrey-acquaintance. Arte. There are Places where all People maybe ador'd, and we ought to know our felves fo well as to chufe 'em. Bor. That's very true; your little Courtier's Wife, who fpeaks to the King but once a month, need but go to a Town-Lady 5 and there fhe may vapour, and crv, The King and I, at every word. Your Town-Lady, who is laugh'd at in the Circle, takes her Coach into the City, and there fhe's call'd your Honour, and has a Banquet from the Merchant's Wife, w h o m fhe laughs at for her kindnefs. And, as for m y Finical Cit, fhe removes but to her Countrey - houfe, and there infults over the Coun-trey Gentlewoman that never comes up^' who treats her with Frumity and Cuftard, and opens her dear Bottle of Mira-bilis befide , for a Jill-glafs of it at parting. Arte. At laft I fee, we fhall leave Melantha where we found her; for, by your Defcription of the Town and Countrey, they are become more dreadful to her, than the Court, where fhe was affronted. But you forget we are to wait on the Princefs Amahhe.i. Come, Dorralice. Dor. Farewell Melantha. Mel. Adieu, m y Dear. Arte. You are out of Charity with her^ and therefore I fhall not give your Servi<*e. Mr!. marriage A-la-Mode. 4% rebbtee by any ufage. But, hark you, my Dears, one Smfl had foZt of • great concernment. , & rorgot or Dor. Quickly then, we are in hafte. rlJv'- D°f *? Cf! !* mJ SC™1^ that's tOQ VuI§ar '•> but ^ my Baife mains to the Princefs Amaltha 5 that is Spiritncllc! y J vwrVr d° ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ " ^ ^ ^ C - r r ^ t o C o n r t , and do your Haije maws to the Princefs Amaltha, in your Phraife SpiritueHe. r J..' . , [Exeunt Artemis and Doralice. Enter Philotis, with a Paper in her Hand Mel. O, are you there, Minion ? And, well, are not you a moft precious Damfcl to retard all m y Vifits for want of Language, when you know you are paid fo well for furnifhing me with new Words for m y daily Converfation > Let me die, if I have not run the rifque already, to fpeak like one of the Vulgar 5 and if I have one phrafe left in all m y ftore, that is not thrid-bare & 1, and fit for nothing but to be thrown to Peafants. Phil. Indeed, Madam, 1 have been very diligent in m y vocation ^ but you have fo drain'd all the French Plays and'Romances, that they are not able to fuppiy you with Words for your daily Expences. Mel, Drain'd ? what a Word's there ! Epuifte, you Sot you 1 Come, produce your Morning's Work. Phil. 'Tis here Madam. {Shows the Paper. Mel. 0, m y Venus! fourteen or fifteen Words to ferve me a whole day ! Let me die, at this rate I cannot laft till night. Come, read your Works: twenty to one half of 'em will not pafs mufter neither. Phil. Sottifes. [Reads. Mel. Sottifes: bon. That's an Excellent W o r d to begin with-all: as for Example 5 He or fhe faid a thoufand Sottifes me. Proceed. Phil. Figure : as what a Figure of a M a n is there ! Naive, and Naivet'.. Mel. Naive! as how ? Phil. Speaking of a thing that was naturally faid: It was fo naive ; or fuch an innocent piece of fimplicity ^ 'twas fuch a naivete. Mel. Truce with your Interpretations: make hafte. Phil. Foible, Chagrin, Grimace, Embarrajfe, Double entendre, Equivoque, Efclair-ciffement, Suitte, Beveuc, Facon, Panchant, Coup d\tordy, and Ridicule. Mel. Hold, hold 5 how did they begin ? Phil. They began at Sottifes, and endeed en Rediculr. Mel. N o w give m e your Paper in m y Hand, and hold you m y Glafs, while I practife m y Voftures for the day. [Melantha Laughs in the Glafs. Mel. H o w does that Laugh become m y Face ? Phil. Sovereignly well, Madam. Mel. Sovereignly \ Let me die, that's not amifs. That W o r d (hall not be yours j I'll invent it, and bring it up m y felf5 m y new Point Gorget fhall be yours upon't: not a W o r d of the W o r d , 1 charge you. Phil. I am dumb, Madam. . . Mel. That Glance, how futes it with m y Face? {Looking mthGlajs again. Phil. 'Tis fo languiffant. ? Mel. Lanfuiffant! that W o r d fhall be mine too, and m y laft Indian-Gown thine f0rlk That Sigh? . ,^ _ . [Looks again. Phil 'Twi1! make many a M a n Sigh, Madam, f is a meer Incendiary Mel Take m y Guimp Petticote for that truth. If thou haft more of thefe Phrafe let m- die but I could give away all m y Wardrobe, and go naked for Phil G o naked? then you would be a Venus, Madam. O Jupiter ! what had I W o t > this Paper was given me by Rhodophil's Page. MflCRal, the Letterf Beg the favour from you Gratifie m y Met. ^eaatng 1_ Affixation in the Grotto behind the ^ s n J = r c . o c k this Evening Well, for the Billits doux therms no Man in Sicily muft difpute w\th Rhodophil^ they are 'Alant, and ? * L tt11 cannot refift the Temptation of the A go you SffilZl K £ 5 me to practile what I fhall fay to my ^ m w U I meet him. R r r |