to Pieces every Face, examine every Feature, pass their Censure upon every one, and so on to their Dress; here he very Judiciously gives his opinion upon every particular, and determines whose Colours are well chosen, whose Fancy is neatest, and whose Cloths fit with most Air; but in conclusion sees no Body compleat but himself in the whole House. After this he looks down with contempt upon the Pit, and rallies all the slovenly Fellows, and awkard Beau’s (as he calls them) of t’other End of the Town, is mightily offended at their ill scented _Snush_, and in spight of all his _Pulvilio_ and _Essences_, is overcome with the stink of their _Cordovant Gloves_. To close all, _Madam_, in the Mask must give him an account of the Scandal of the Town, which she does in the History of abundance of Intrigues real or feign’d; at all which he laughs aloud and often, not to shew his satisfaction, but his Teeth. She shews him who is kept by such a Lord, Who was lately discarded by such a Knight, for granting favours too indiscreetly to such a Gentleman: who has lately been in the Country for two or three Months upon extraordinary Occasions. To all which he gives great attention, that he may pass for a Man of Intelligence in another Place. His next Stage is _Locket’s_, where his Vanity, not his Stomach, is to be gratified with something that is _little_ and _dear_, _Quails_ and _Ortalans_ are the meanest of his Diet, and a Spoonful of _Green Pease_ at _Christmass_, are worth to him more than the inheritance of the _Feild_ where they grow in _Summer_. Every thing falls in his Esteem, as it falls in price, and he wou’d not so much as tast the _Wine_, if the hard name, and the high rate did not give it a relish. After a glass or two, (for a Pint is his stint) he begins to talk of his Intrigues, boasts much of the Favours he has receiv’d, and shews counterfeit Tokens, and in Conclusion, slanders some Lady or other of unquestion’d Vertue with a particular fondness for him. His Amours are all profound Secrets, yet he makes a Confidence of ’em to every Man he meets with. He pretends a great reverence for the Ladies, and a mighty tenderness of their Reputations; yet he is like a _Flesh Flye_, whatever he blows on is tainted. He talks of nothing under Quality, tho’ he never obtain’d a Favour, which his Man might not have for half a Crown. He and his Footman in this Case are like _English_ and _Dutch_ at an Ordinary in _Holland_, the Fare is the same, but the Price is vastly different. Thus the Show goes forward, till he is beaten for Trespasses he was never guilty of, and shall be damn’d for Sins he never Committed. At last, with his Credit as low as his Fortune he retires sullenly to his Cloister, the _King’s-Bench_, or _Fleet_, and passes the rest of his days in Privacy, and Contemplation. Here, _Madam_, if you please wee’l give him one _Visit_ more, and see the last _Act_ of the _Farce_; and you shall find him (whose Sobriety was before a _Vice_, as being only