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Show ' '. 6% The M A I D V laft "Prayer ; 0r$ jny> rather t\jan pati 63 Jano. Here's an Anfwer to your Letter Sir. \Q Bat a little Difcretion does no harm. muft not be feen here, left m y Lady ftioud be know„ Q Difcretion ! w h y that's enough to ruii u- n,;t-hin in n Mafaue ; and that fee would not for*.., V __t_, e*„ . u - <-w K*e I;„M «.-* ••-«-« IUUII a*»-". *•"- /. J L A. 1J r WW*. LJUCrCUUll : WU» m a n vuwutu iw iruuuiin aa m Maialn,, be within in a Mafque 5 and that fee would not fa^ the whole Sex . H e that has U v>d t0 twenty, with-thing: She fays, Sir, you muft not k n o w her. ^ thfj R epUtation* of a wicked Fellow, will never be Gran. But what faid m y Lady Trickitt f M be wicked in a fafhionable Company as long as Jano. Indeed, Sir, I dare not ftay any longer. a ]{w ^ „ « - - J . A , r„iinM. Child. I>»]f G*r». You're only for the Brutal part, Gentlemen. Gran. I don't k n o w what you mean by the Brutal { Gay. A very pious Gentlewoman, this! CENE drawn, /hews a Table, with Inftruments, Chairs Garn. She'd make an admirable MilTionary for Q fet, Sir Ruff, Gayman, Granger, Garnifti, Women in or the Mogul's Country. Masks, Captain, Bullies, Sir Symphony tuning Inftruments, Gran. Mine's a tender Confeience, and requires ex Drydrub tuning his Cittern, knocking at the Door, the For* ordinary Helps. ter bufie in his Imployment. Garn. Methinks you're fornething frank of the U Secrets. Tort. Who's there ? What wou'd you hare ? [Knocking] Gran. O Sir, they allow all Freedoms to us, who; Without."} Is Mr. Scrapewell within ? able to difcover their good Qualities, as well as their 1 Tort. No, you may find him at the Bear, [Knocking. trigues. Without.'] Tell Sir Symphony here are fome Gentlemen Gay. There's no Man hindred from telling, .but kttefire the Favour to come in. enters no farther into the Secret. Befides ours are fro Tort. Lord, Sir, I can't let you in : Here's fcarce room MiftrefTes : And the more w e fet out their Perfedialready, for the Gentlemen Performers to ftir their El-the more their Renown. )ow£ [Knocking] Well, what's the Matter n o w ? Gran. Nay, mine's a very Sun-Flower : Whene'er: Without.] Sir, here's Mr. Humdrum's Bafe Viol Golden God but (hows his Head, (he opens prefently, ?«•*. Give it me, [Shuts the Door. Garn. Fie, fie, I fhall lofe m y Reputation with yoc Without.] Here are Ladies. [Knocking again. Gran. You ! w h y with all your Piudence, of no *«*• The Ladies muft come in. bowing to your Miftrefs inapubiick Place, ftealingGk Er>*er Lad7 Su&n> *nd M"- ^y^Mafau'd. under your Hat, and following her at a fly diftance *»•Su- ° law '• yonder he's talking to other Ladies. the Mall, you are found out as well as we, who niB,ut that'sbecaufe I was not here; Yet he is not to k n ow no Myftery of the Matter. l'm here -, tho' I hope m y little Jano has told him. Gay. Nay, fooner •, for your Gravity is fufpe<2edcGir_a_~nr.* *'-T isV fs o-V 3,,, . t « [To Gayman, Defign, while the franker Fellows have not Cr£ditcflo^us hJ the hobble in her Pace, pitb the T o w n to cftablifo a Scandal, *®m m k n ^ hls- M o t h ? r ? 9™*- ai Now |