Lady _Town._ O! you wicked thing! how can you teize one at this rate? when you know he is so very sober, that (except giving me money) there is not one thing in the world he can do to please me! And I at the same time, partly by nature, and partly, perhaps, by keeping the best company, do with my soul love almost every thing he hates! I dote upon assemblies! my heart bounds at a ball; and at an Opera----I expire! then I love play to distraction! Cards inchant me! and Dice--put me out of my little wits! Dear! dear Hazard! oh! what a flow of spirits it gives one! do you never play at hazard, child? Lady _Grace._ Oh! never! I don't think it fits well upon women; there is something so masculine, so much the air of a rake in it! you see how it makes the men swear and curse! and when a woman is thrown into the same passion----why---- Lady _Town._ That's very true! one is a little put to it, sometimes, not to make use of the same words to express it. Lady _Grace._ Well----and, upon ill luck, pray what words are you really forc'd to make use of? Lady _Town._ Why upon a very hard case, indeed, when a sad wrong word is rising, just to one's tongue's end, I give a great gulp----and swallow it. Lady _Grace._ Well----and is not that enough to make you forswear play, as long as you live? Lady _Town._ O yes! I have forsworn it. Lady _Grace._ Seriously? Lady _Town._ Solemnly! a thousand times; but then one is constantly forsworn. Lady _Grace._ And how can you answer that? Lady _Town._ My dear, what we say, when we are losers, we look upon to be no more binding than a lover's oath, or a great man's promise. But I beg pardon, child; I should not lead you so far into the world; you are a prude, and design to live soberly. Lady _Grace._ Why, I confess my nature, and my education do, in a good degree, incline me that way. Lady _Town._ Well! how a woman of spirit, (for you don't want that, child) can dream of living soberly, is to me inconceivable! for you will marry I suppose. Lady _Grace._ I can't tell but I may. Lady _Town._ And won't you live in town? Lady _Grace._ Half the year, I should like it very well. Lady _Town._ My stars! and you would really live in London half the year to be sober in it! Lady _Grace._ Why not? Lady _Town._ Why can't you as well go, and be sober in the country? Lady _Grace._ So I would----t'other half year. Lady _Town._ And pray what comfortable scheme of life would you form now, for your summer and winter sober entertainments? Lady _Grace._ A scheme, that I think might very well content us. Lady _Town._ O! of all things let's hear it.