_Mask._ O dear, yes! I have found out fifty already. Lady _Grace._ Pray who are they? _Mask._ O, charming company! there's Lady _Ramble_----Lady _Riot_----Lady _Kill-Care_----Lady _Squander_----Lady _Strip_----Lady _Pawn_----and the Dutchess of _Single-Guinea_. Lord _Town._ Is it not hard, my dear! that } people of sense and probity are sometimes } forc'd to seem fond of such company? } _Apart._ } Lady _Town._ My Lord, it will always give } me pain to remember their acquaintance, but } none to drop it immediately. } Lady _Grace._ But you have given us no account of the men, Madam. Are they good for any thing? _Mask._ O yes! you must know, I always find out them by their endeavours to find out me. Lady _Grace._ Pray who are they? _Mask._ Why, for your men of tip-top wit and pleasure, about town, there's my Lord----_Bite_----Lord _Arch-wag_----Young _Brazen-wit_----Lord _Timberdown_----Lord _Joint-Life_----and----Lord _Mortgage_. Then for your pretty fellows only----there's Sir _Powder-Peacock_----Lord _Lapwing_----_Billy Magpye_----Beau _Frightful_----Sir _Paul Plaster-crown_, and the Marquis of _Monkey-man_. Lady _Grace._ Right; and these are fine gentlemen that never want elbow-room at an assembly. _Mask._ The rest I suppose, by their tawdry hired habits are tradesmens wives, inns-of-court beaus, _Jews_, and kept mistresses. Lord _Town._ An admirable collection! Lady _Grace._ Well, of all our public diversions, I am amaz'd how this, that is so very expensive, and has so little to shew for it, can draw so much company together. Lord _Town._ O! if it were not expensive, the better sort would not come into it: and because money can purchase a ticket, the common people scorn to be kept out of it. _Mask._ Right, my Lord, poor Lady Grace! I suppose you are under the same astonishment, that an opera should draw so much good company. Lady _Grace._ Not at all, Madam; it is an easier matter sure to gratify the ear, than the understanding. But have you no notion, Madam, of receiving pleasure and profit at the same time? _Mask._ Oh! quite none! unless it be sometimes winning a great stake; laying down a Vole, sans prendre may come up, to the profitable pleasure you were speaking of. Lord _Town._ You seem attentive, my dear? } } Lady _Town._ I am, my Lord; and amaz'd at } _Apart._ my own follies so strongly painted in another } woman. } Lady _Grace._ But see, my Lord, we had best adjourn our debate, I believe, for here are some masks that seem to have a mind to divert other people as well as themselves. Lord _Town._ The least we can do is to give them a clear stage then. [_A dance of masks here in various characters._ This was a favour extraordinary. _Enter ~Manly~._