SCAN. Then I have a lady burning brandy in a cellar with a hackney coachman. MRS. FRAIL. O devil! Well, but that story is not true. SCAN. I have some hieroglyphics too; I have a lawyer with a hundred hands, two heads, and but one face; a divine with two faces, and one head; and I have a soldier with his brains in his belly, and his heart where his head should be. MRS. FRAIL. And no head? SCAN. No head. MRS. FRAIL. Pooh, this is all invention. Have you never a poet? SCAN. Yes, I have a poet weighing words, and selling praise for praise, and a critic picking his pocket. I have another large piece too, representing a school, where there are huge proportioned critics, with long wigs, laced coats, Steinkirk cravats, and terrible faces; with cat-calls in their hands, and horn-books about their necks. I have many more of this kind, very well painted, as you shall see. MRS. FRAIL. Well, I’ll come, if it be but to disprove you. SCENE XIV. [_To them_] JEREMY. JERE. Sir, here’s the steward again from your father. VAL. I’ll come to him—will you give me leave? I’ll wait on you again presently. MRS. FRAIL. No; I’ll be gone. Come, who squires me to the Exchange? I must call my sister Foresight there. SCAN. I will: I have a mind to your sister. MRS. FRAIL. Civil! TATT. I will: because I have a tendre for your ladyship. MRS. FRAIL. That’s somewhat the better reason, to my opinion. SCAN. Well, if Tattle entertains you, I have the better opportunity to engage your sister. VAL. Tell Angelica I am about making hard conditions to come abroad, and be at liberty to see her. SCAN. I’ll give an account of you and your proceedings. If indiscretion be a sign of love, you are the most a lover of anybody that I know: you fancy that parting with your estate will help you to your mistress. In my mind he is a thoughtless adventurer Who hopes to purchase wealth by selling land; Or win a mistress with a losing hand. ACT II.—SCENE I. _A room in_ FORESIGHT’S _house_. FORESIGHT _and_ SERVANT. FORE. Hey day! What, are all the women of my family abroad? Is not my wife come home? Nor my sister, nor my daughter? SERV. No, sir. FORE. Mercy on us, what can be the meaning of it? Sure the moon is in all her fortitudes. Is my niece Angelica at home? SERV. Yes, sir. FORE. I believe you lie, sir. SERV. Sir? FORE. I say you lie, sir. It is impossible that anything should be as I would have it; for I was born, sir, when the crab was ascending, and all my affairs go backward. SERV. I can’t tell indeed, sir. FORE. No, I know you can’t, sir: but I can tell, and foretell, sir. SCENE II. [_To them_] NURSE. FORE. Nurse, where’s your young mistress?