_Enter a Servant._ _Serv._ My Lord, the apartments are full of masqueraders----And some people of quality there desire to see your Lordship and my Lady. Lady _Town._ I thought, my Lord, your orders had forbid this revelling? Lord _Town._ No, my dear, _Manly_ has desir'd their admittance to-night, it seems, upon a particular occasion----Say we will wait upon them instantly. [_Exit Servant._ Lady _Town._ I shall be but ill company to them. Lord _Town._ No matter: not to see them, would on a sudden to be too particular. Lady _Grace_ will assist you to entertain them. Lady _Town._ With her, my Lord, I shall be always easy----Sister, to your unerring virtue, I commit the guidance of my future days. Never the paths of pleasure more to tread, But where your guarded innocence shall lead. For in the marriage-state the world must own, Divided happiness was never known. To make it mutual, nature points the way: Let husbands govern: gentle wives obey. [_Exit._ _The +SCENE+ opening to another apartment discovers a great number of people in masquerade talking all together, and playing one upon another: Lady ~Wronghead~ as a shepherdess; ~Jenny~, as a nun; the Squire as a running footman; and the Count in a ~Domino~. After some time, Lord and Lady ~Townly~, with Lady ~Grace~, enter to them unmask'd._ Lord _Town._ So! here's a great deal of company. Lady _Grace._ A great many people, my Lord, but no company----as you'll find----for here's one now, that seems to have a mind to entertain us. [_A mask, after some affected gesture, makes up to Lady ~Townly~._ _Mask._ Well, dear Lady _Townly_, shan't we see you, by-and-by? Lady _Town._ I don't know you, Madam. _Mask._ Don't you, seriously? [_In a squeaking tone._ Lady _Town._ Not I, indeed. _Mask._ Well, that's charming; but can't you guess? Lady _Town._ Yes, I could guess wrong, I believe. _Mask._ That's what I'd have you to do. Lady _Town._ But, Madam, if I don't know you at all, is not that as well? _Mask._ Ay, but you do know me. Lady _Town._ Dear sister, take her off o' my hands; there's no bearing this. [_Apart._ Lady _Grace._ I fancy I know you, Madam. _Mask._ I fancy you don't: what makes you think you do? Lady _Grace._ Because I have heard you talk. _Mask._ Ay, but you don't know my voice, I'm sure. Lady _Grace._ There is something in your wit and humour, Madam, so very much your own, it is impossible you can be any body but my Lady _Trifle_. _Mask._ [Unmasking.] Dear Lady Grace! thou art a charming creature. Lady _Grace._ Is there no body else we know here?