_Enter Captain ~Toupee~._ Captain _Toupee_, your servant: What, nobody with you? do you come quite alone? _Capt._ 'Slife, I thought to find company enough here. My Lord, your servant. What a deuce, you look as if you had been up all night. I'm sure I was in bed but three hours; I wou'd you'd give me some coffee. Lady _Ara._ Some coffee there; tea too, and chocolate. _Capt._ [_Singing a minuet and dancing._] Well, what a strange fellow am I to be thus brisk, after losing all my money last night----but upon my soul you look sadly. Lady _Ara._ No matter for that, if you'll let me win a little of your money this morning. _Capt._ What with that face? Go, go wash it, go wash it, and put on some handsome things; you look'd a good likely woman last night; I would not much have cared if you had run five hundred pounds in my debt; but if I play with you this morning, I'gad I'd advise you to win; for I won't take your personal security at present for a guinea. Lord _Love._ To what a nauseous freedom do women of quality of late admit these trifling fops! and there's a morning exercise will give 'em claim to greater freedoms still. [_Points to the hazard-table._] Some course must be taken. [_Exit._ _Capt._ What, is my Lord gone? he look'd methought as if he did not delight much in my company. Well, peace and plenty attend him for your Ladyship's sake, and those----who have now and then the honour to win a hundred pounds of you. [_Goes to the table singing, and throws._ Lady _Ara._ [_Twitching the box from him._] What, do you intend to win all the money upon the table----Seven's the main--Set me a million, _Toupee_. _Capt._ I set you two, my queen--Six to seven. _Lady Ara._ Six----the world's my own. _Both._ Ha, ha, ha! Lady _Ara._ O that my Lord had spirit enough about him to let me play for a thousand pound a-night----But here comes country company---- _Enter Lady ~Headpiece~, Miss ~Betty~, Mrs. ~Motherly~, and Colonel ~Courtly~._ Your servant, Madam, good-morrow to you. Lady _Head._ And to you, Madam. We are come to breakfast with you. Lord, are you got to those pretty things already? [_Points to the dice._ Lady _Ara._ You see we are not such idle folks in town as you country ladies take us to be; we are no sooner out of our beds, but we are at our work. Miss _Betty._ Will dear Lady Arabella give us leave, mother, to do a stitch or two with her? [_Takes the box and throws._ _Capt._ The pretty lively thing! Lady _Ara._ With all her heart; what says her mama? Lady _Head._ She says she don't love to sit with her hands before her, when other people's are employed. _Capt._ And this is the prettiest little sociable work, men and women can all do together at it.